YOU

You make me sick. 
You make my skin crawl.
Give me goosebumps up and down my back.
My anger and lust for you is burning underneath my skin on the verge of explotion!
"Use me" I said. 
Do whatever you want  I thought. 
Searching for some way to get to you.
  Not knowing your destroying ways would tear down my walls so soon.
How many can you go through till you realize you just need one?
One lover, one soul, one body to force youre dirty habits upon .
Not five, not three, not two!
YOU.. are filth. You are nothing. You make me want to scream.

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