No remorse in your voice
No sorrow in your eyes
No guilt on your face
Your heart as cold as stone
Your absent minded conscience
You offer no answers, no explanations
You show no pity, no regret.
Your a monster who has scarred and mentally tortured, the one person you were supposed to love and protect.
Ain't love a b**ch!
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