As I write this, I feel an overwhelming sense of disdain,
for anybody within reach of my overbearing sense of humor and so called controlling narcissistic attitude, with my anti-social behavior,
in a bag of mixed emotions that no one could ever relate to.
And being with you was like some kind of symbolic recreation of someone dying slow by being burned and disembowled alive.
It resembles an insect be crushed then devoured by your hideous and awful soul,presence and pure trash that is your personality.
Yet I wouldn't trade it for anything.
©munch77
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