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Psychopathic

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LMW-The-Poet

Published: Jul 22, 2014

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She's a psychopath.

She fills her bottle
With hearts of rage,
Smiles and laughter -
It bursts in your face.

A psychopath...

Her leaking bottle
Pouring memories,
Closing the cap -
Drowning victims.

And you?

She is a bottle
Already bursting,
Loving your pain -
But you love her,
Anyway.

Congrats,
You're in love
With a psychopath.

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Comment for Thought: I guess one could say that we're all crazy - right? But I feel there's a difference when you're a pain-loving bottle of leaking fuel for a firey anger. And that is a consequence to keep in mind if you always bottle your emotions. We're human and at some point we're simply going to break.

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