“Don’t leave me”, I whispered as I clung
To him, my desperation a rotten disgusting
Odor that turned him away even more.
“What do you expect”, my accusing cruel
Mind taunted back at me. Everyone you
Ever loved were never able to love you
Back. And those that truly love you, you
Are destined to never love. You are that
Wicked.
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