Don’t

Don’t *ucking tell me you love me when your soul is black and your mind is a gutter for filth.
Don’t *ucking talk to me like I’m a naive child believing every lie you speak.
Don’t *ucking say you wanna be with me when your eyes are like spinning tops watching every feminine presence walk by. Don’t *ucking blame me for your sadness and insecurities when you have others feeding your ego.
Don’t *ucking come back to haunt me when you barely even noticed I was living when you were.

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