Although I miss you day by day,
My hatred for you grows.
I think of you in every way,
But can't convey my woes.
I think of all the things you've done
And anger burns inside.
I think of all the laughs and fun,
From these truths I cannot hide.
You hurt me so much year after year,
But I still went back for more.
Now I shall now longer shed a tear,
You pathetic little whore.
I hope you die a prolonged death,
to punish you for wickedness.
sounds like we know ‘maybe’ the same people….{hugs}
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Perhaps… I wrote this one many years ago when I was just a kid. Have met quite a few more people that I could have written it about since, sadly 🖤
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