Dec 14, 2009



Dirty angel, filthy angel. Give me a reason not to hate you. Perfection, your weapon. Obsession, my only possible defense. My infection is deep now. My hate has grown, my doubts are high. Lack of confidence, my weak point. But, how about now, you have nothing to say to me. I hate you, I hate you soo bad. Please, how can I erase you from my heart? is there a possible chance in getting better? Can't say a thing when you are near me, but guess what; we are never fucking alone, what the fuck do you want from me? Damn you, filthy angel. Your perfection has defeated me again, felling useless, feeling restricted, speechless.

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