I want to hate fuck her.
kiss those lips and tell her
"We're never going to be together
Like this again"
And smile when she realises
what she's lost.
Spoon, sugar, bitter pill
resentment is the opening of old doors
closure can only be achieved by
and I'm too busy
knock three times
it's locked for a reason
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