Oxymoron

by CherryAttitude   Nov 21, 2006


Oh the joy of pain sufficating my heart and ripping through my veins. I hate what you're doing to me in a loving way. Because of my love hate my happy anger won't let my eyes drop one single morsel of a tear. I will but I won't because if I do You'll win and I can't let that happen. Well at least not again.

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