Love Is Deception, So Break My Heart
Social antics have never been famous among my strained personality.
Bland worm stomped world of a thousand jealous and dishonest souls, in what shades do you’re judgmental and squinted scorn stare?
I tend to hold the hand of kindness only to be blessed with a broken wrist.
Excuse me while I wedge this arrow in cupid’s throat.
-Mitch
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