Scathing
Scathing sentiment that has befallen me
Won't let me, even breathe;
In insane torture, browse,
By someone who don't respect me,
Your smile turned into a shroud,
Hurting fierce, one that you wanted to
innocent, I’m not more; you don't thinking in my sentiments
don't get me satisfaction in escape this trap
bad sentiment in whirlwind
Increasing, cruel, point by point,
Empty feeling of be groveling...
Am I not that’s seem, for sure
Who seeks to grow; silly and vulgar?
never will be, for life, ready.
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