April 24th, 2013 11:46pm

Have the decency to spare me.

 Reward me with the deceit that'll

Completely deveour this void within me.

Feelings are pending.

I'm tired of tryna depend on something possessing such inconsistency.

And defending your actions. 

Baby, I know you're miserable without.

Matter of fact,

 I hoped you'd be miserable without me.

It was you who had the audacity to doubt me.

I was hurt but in all actuality, I've been doubting myself. 

So I'd like to dedicate this one to my mental health.

I'd rather commit suicide than to re-commit to lies and 

Fall back into the darkness God pulled me out of.

That's REAL Love.

(042413 23:46)

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