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My last love letter

 Dear fucking dearest:

    How do you weigh the value of truth?
Something we were taught in our youth. 
To grow up and filled with viscous lies;
Everything we value slowly it dies. 

What the fuck is wrong with you this day and age;
So much anger and full of rage.
I can't say too much for I am too;
A hundred people a day I say "FUCK YOU!".

You do not count the social cost;
For every humans soul is lost. 
Do you really think that anybody gives a shit you see?
We gather in the same place like you and me. 

We stick to our own fucking kind;
For we seem like we are the one that as a free mind. 
Fuck this,;fuck that!
You fuck me; I'll fuck you back!

I'm not going to say some shit like " I have a dream!";
Nor am I going to say "why can't we get along" we are on the same team. 
I'm not targeting no one but myself instead;
I'm the one you say " I have a fucked up head".

Where does the bullshit stop and the truth starts;
You don't give a shit that I am  left with broken hearts. 
Do you think I  fucking care if you fucking die?
I know you have felt this; you, and I. 

I will no longer try to fight what will never be;
I can't ever believed that you ever loved me. 
Just look how our time that has pass;
I know you've been gone, but you can't still kiss my ass!

You said you were fed up with the life I gave!
As I broke my back; worked and slave. 
Like some many others that believed in your bullshits;
Jesus Christ woman your Satan with tits. 

We were friends before we were ever together;
You just had to pull that string; my heart you'd sever. 
It would be a descrase to ever show you devils tongue.;
For all of the pain that you have brung. 

Making me feel as your art was like Picasso's
Instead of an ear: please give me your fucking nose. 
I hate to sing this same old song;
Always sticking your nose were it didn't belong. 

I'm glad that their as some decent  women that are free;
Just maybe, maybe their is one out there for me. 

I hate the idea that you disgrace the art of love;
You will end up in hell; sure as hell not above. 
I know you will never understand these words I've said. 
For nothing goes thru that fucking thick head. 

I have said what I had to say;
I hope I won't see you: do fuck you anyway!!!
                       Hate you forever;
            David Rafael Angel Gomez II 
Written by Atropabelladonna (Atro)
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