What's Love got to do with it
I'm locking the door and breaking the keys. Setting flame to the foundation.
Burning bridges saying "Fuck you" to all who listens or reads.
Boiling afflications, No affirmation of better days.
Suicide keeps calling, but I'm afraid to answer, yet contemplating with anger
Fuck Fear.
You don't even care, fuck what is... there never was.
Fuck her, cim and go. She's jut another objec...
Sunday 15th January 2017 11:34 pm
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