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Strouthion
By Billy | December 5, 2009
I don’t miss you
look for you,
see you everywhere,
or wonder what you’re doing.
I don’t feel like there’s evil crawling through my veins. An evil growing swiftly, plotting out my end, preparing for an overthrow.
I don’t love you, and I just don’t care.
You are easy to put down.
You’re too hot for me to hold.
You. are… a burden!
You are ugly in and out
and you — just… don’t get me.
and I am pleased that you have danced out of my life.
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