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"Theif" by Spikes_of_Blue

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I know what it is that I must do,
I must dispatch this whore,
For weeks and months my angers grown,
and I cant repress it anymore,
She is the theif thats worse than death,
the theif that steals my Love,
I have tried to rid my hate of her,
have prayed to the heavens above,
to be rid of this thief who steals my joy,
tries to take my my reasons for life,
to steal and destroy or corrupt,
jealousy overwhelming in her strife,
she will not stop until shes gone,
i need to make her dissapear,
for if she were not here tommorow,
not a soul would shed a tear,
and the pressure would dissolve,
i would be better able to cope,
with all the troubles in my life,
and i would finally regain my hope.





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On Saturday January 1st, 2005, Astra Dei (632) writes:
I wonder what she must feel...


On Tuesday April 20th, 2004, Beautiful Scars (245) writes:
Oh wow..It sounds like You really do need to get rid od the thief...Great write, very original..-fairy-



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