To me your the monster who hunts little girls hearts and eats them with the worst manners.
You are the mold on the carpet from the cat puke.
You believe in true love the stuff from books.
I have to hunt you down before you become a horrible thing.
Before you hurt me.
Your the thing I'm always thinking about...
I can't put a finger on why your so important to me.
But I must kill you, You Horrible thing.
Horrible thing that feeds on my pain and fills me up with grief.
Horrible Thing I Might Actually Love You.
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