Deepest cut.

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I don't know who the bigger monster is?
I can kill you now with all the anger that still run through me.
Who the fuck are you really.
We're you really who I see.
Don't come near me now.
It to late to say I'm sorry.
Yeah I believe you now when you say you're a horrible person.
To think I can love you with all me.
Was it even love I felt or a sick obsession.
Love is beautiful.
What we had was ugly from the beginning. I can't believe I call you my soul mate.
You're more of a curse then a blessing.
If you're blessing in disguise then I'm a fool.
I am not a fool
So who the fuck are you ?
Are you who I see?
They say the closest to you cut you the deepest
You're a fucking stranger that's what you will always be to me.
So who the fuck are you ?
Are you who I see?

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