Not His Fault
You were like the smell of petrol, strangely addicting. You had the worse traits any human could have. You were toxic, manipulative, you degraded me with an icy stare and you let out your dying pain by punishing me.
You had me on ultimate highs then you had me crashing into the dirt in an enternal sickness of lows. You were a drug and I was helplessly addicted...
Your cold eyes are now permanently etched into my mind, a permanent reminder of your abuse.
But laying here, bleeding out on your bathroom floor, I wonder? Perhaps you were never real. Perhaps you were just a demon sent to stare back at me through dirtied mirrors...
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