vile

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By a rose by any other name would hurt just as bad.

Theres a bad taste in my mouth from the words i spoke out of wrath uncontrolled temper, a bi-polar mind the words i spoke to you so unkind the vile feeling and acid tang of words unspoken left you strong and unbroken meant for pain inflickted upon you i now feel an ache of known truth im taken aback at the atrociety your unphased by words spoken in heated passion i beg myself dont back down everything just fits theses words are the apocolypse these words, are a new begining, the threads arent undone im sorry i love you is that to much? apocalypse-Something disclosed, especially something not previously known or realized, an end to something.

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