Sparked the stirred,
I'm sick of your face.
This is an unfortunate parting of ways,
haven't I just met you?
The years behind me will be a bore and a waste of my time,
but I will always remember meeting you.
And I would regret if i never said anything,
so i can only say it here in the kingdom of my blog,
inside a fort,
I'm safe, alone forever.
So lower the drawbridge and scream out loud,
because unless you do then I'll leave you to the alligators,
and nothing will change if you're proud.
It's the dirty stretch of your life that will make you suffer,
for the people closest too you will forget that you liked their best friend,
and you will no longer be cool in your own right. It will be a mystery.
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