I never once thought, I would meet
a wicked person like you.
The evils you did to me,
The evils you are still doing to me.
I was an angel, you made me to
believe I was one. I didn't stop you to
say the clichés but didn't stop you
when you start doing the mistakes.
Now, I have to face my demon.
The one, I see everyday, caress, love.
You are that demon.
The demon with a poker face.
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