Cruel IntentionsA Poem by I Am Svetlana
My, my...
What a shame. How could you not see that I only loved you with cruel intentions? I spit on every picture of us, then burned each book you ever bought me. I never mentioned that I hate reading, did I? I wished you were here to witness my lovely ritual. I could've expressed my hate for such simple things... as well as my deepened hate for you. My, my... Such a shame it all had to end this way, but if it makes you feel any better, at least you know the truth behind me. To finally discover who I really am. © 2016 I Am Svetlana |
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2 Reviews Added on November 15, 2016 Last Updated on November 15, 2016 AuthorI Am SvetlanaMadison, WIAbout"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more.. |

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