When He's Done
January 4, 2017
I'm not here for me.
I'm here for he.
He scrapes and kills
For his thrills
And nothing more.
"He is the cure"
But darling, it's a trick.
He is like a tick.
He sucks you dry
With love and lies
Until you die.
You should just try
Because no one knows why
You are here
Anymore.
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