I never really hated you.
I just despise you.
Well...... A lot.
You fucked me over really bad.
Now.... Thanks to you, I honestly think I can't trust a soul.
Just why?
Why couldn't you just be a good person?
Is it really that hard to love someone?
Is it that hard to care for a friend?
Why did you use me?
Now I regret it.
If I could go back to the day with me
I'll probably do it all over again.
And I'll choose to not be your friend.
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"Dear, Lucifer"
PoetryWhen your thoughts turn into dreams. When your dreams turn into reality. Stories on "Lucifer", Himself living life as a normal human being.