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| I’m getting kind of sick of trying to come up with an interesting little essay about this subject so I’m just going to copy and paste some shit I wrote a year ago. Love is never hearing things like: “He’s just a friend” “Id $#@% a guy for a car like that” “Honey, I have a cocaine problem, I got caught up” “You can buy a big bag of crack for the same price as a small bag of powder” “It’s only sex” “I tried ecstasy at a rave with my friend “jenny”” “It’s ok to cheat, just lie and lie good” “I know I’m fucking up but I can’t stop” Love is never, seeing you’re the one you “love” with a sore throat and sniffles because she did too much cocaine a couple of nights back. Love is never, reflecting back on situation where it was painfully obvious that your partner was cheating but you were too blinded by love and trust to see it. Not because you were stupid but rather because you were too selfish to come back to reality. Love should not be, making the decision that you rather die than give up a piece of shit watch you received as a gift one Christmas while having a gun pressed against your head, getting robbed in the ghetto, trying to find the strung out whore that gave you the fucking thing. |
| she spread herself wide open to let the insects in she leaves a trail of honey to show me where she's been she has the blood of reptile just underneath her skin seeds from a thousand others drip down from within oh my beautiful liar oh my precious whore my disease my infection i am so impure give it devils speak of the way in which she'll manifest angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress need to contaminate to alleviate this loneliness i now know the depths i reach are limitless oh my beautiful liar oh my precious whore my disease my infection i am so impure oh oh oh my beautiful liar oh my precious whore my disease my infection i am so impure oh my beautiful liar oh my precious whore my disease my infection i am so impure ~ Nine Ich Nails ~ Reptile ~ The Downward Spiral |
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