Saturday, January 22, 2011

War

At the end of the day,
how are you any different?
You only want what you cannot have.
And you only have your eye on one thing.
And now that it's over and your fucking bed has been made,
It's clear that deep down,
You are no better than I am,
You are exactly like me.
And that my dear, is the biggest insult there is.

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