I hate.
I wanted to love.
My heart gave everything into one.
But you destroyed it from above.
Like if you're better,
And me an insect,
Insect of love.
Here I am to kill and torture,
As an insect of hate.
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Prose and poetry
PoetryProse and poetry, feelings and speech in text. I wanted to live as a human, But never never really was a man.
