I hate how you lie,I hate how much you make me cry, I hate how you refuse to commit to me, I hate how you won't let me be; I hate your perfect face; I hate your attractive race
I used to hate people like you, and now im in love with you. I know my writing changed from poem to story, but I genuinely hate that no matter what you do, I will always be here waiting for you.

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by Anonymous on Jun 8, 2013 at 8:33 PM

I'm sorry pretty face. I love you too but you know why I can't come back to you. It's because I shot that SOB I caught you in bed with and killed him. Did I kill the wrong person. I'm serving life without parole because you lied on the wittness stand to save your own repurtation. Put all the blame on me and now you write this! Thats what I call "The pot calling the kettle black."

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