Misanthrope

I love you.  I never heard those words.  I would haven given money away just to hear them. Just to throw money away. I would have bet it all on the table.  Because they bury you, they suffocate you, they murder you in increments.  But they never fill you up.  So tired of being a hole.  Being the dump.  So they lie.  So fucking what? Everyone does. This is their secret.  But here’s my final secret, and my revenge on a world that never loved me or desired me. I hated everyone.

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