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I am aware but I
discard the fact
that I know so well
how I should react

I sold my personal possessions
To pay your unmanageable debts
Paying for your lively past
And your sodden regrets

I pawned my dignity
To salvage yours
I stayed home while you out drunk
With a list of your undone chores

The washing machine is mine, since you
Caught your finger in that red button
Knees collapsing no matter what
For you always wet glutton

I washed your plates
To keep your hands dry
I didn’t ask painful questions
Carried on wondering why

With an evening came the back rubs
And touching of your toes
While away staying at the end of the
Phone with your monotonous woes

I for you I was beautiful with treatments
And underwear as you desire
By night doing anything you want
and endlessly require

Let you beat my body
Black and blue
I stay only when you spit
I love you

I know I’ve had enough
And that it’s time to run
You’ve already destroyed another
I won’t be another one

Now fuck off, don’t ask
Of me another thing;
But then if you need me,
I’ll give you everything.
©2007-2009 ~Effamay
:iconeffamay:

Author's Comments

As with all fiction there's probably a bit of me in there.
Somewhere.
I was thinking about some things and I'm very tired.

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:iconalexs2602:
:hug: :+fav:

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I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.

We are the all-seeing all-dancing crap of the world
:iconrybo1420:
Awesome!

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Laughin' in a windstorm
Blowin' all the cornstalks down
Cryin' in a funeralhome
Pullin' out nails
Six feet underground
:iconeffamay:
Thank you!

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Dum spiro spero.
:iconeffamay:
Thanks, dude.
Question: Is this "my" style?
Because after we talked about it, albeit a while after, I wrote this. And I don't normally rhyme, of my own accord, but I didn't have an book influence in front of me so.. Does that mean it's my own? Can you tell?
Thanks again :)

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Dum spiro spero.
:icondrop-asd:
Oh my... oh my!
*I wrote and erased three lines four times and it was still an understatement :faint:
Sounds to me like lyrics of a song and yet... I'm not used to see such things from you, it's somehow different but i like it. I like this new touch you add, it fascinates me to no end

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Una canzone può anche non parlar d'amore...

"A song can also not talk about love..."
:iconalexs2602:
Yeah, it is your style, reason why I say this is most probably the dark nature of it. I tend to find your stuff often has a darker side to it.

Also it's definitely from you're own pen(your writing style), if that makes sense!

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I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.

We are the all-seeing all-dancing crap of the world
:iconrybo1420:
welcome

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Laughin' in a windstorm
Blowin' all the cornstalks down
Cryin' in a funeralhome
Pullin' out nails
Six feet underground
:iconeffamay:
Dark, eh? in what sense?
someone else has just said something much the same, I be investigating :sherlock:

My own pen! :excited: yes, that makes sense... Very much so :)
Thanks :peace:

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Dum spiro spero.
:iconalexs2602:
Yeah, in that at first glance they may seem all bunnies and sunshine but they have a sadder, more horrific side to them.

Lol, ok

No Problem!! :glomp:

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I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.

We are the all-seeing all-dancing crap of the world

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