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Well-versed in the path of deception, you callously display your untruths. These lies form the ground you walk upon; the gaps now bridged by malice.  Equivocal is the tongue that you speak, and my ears can no longer bear it.  So provocative, yet always doing your best to prevaricate.

You sits alone crying to yourself.  Knowing that the words from your mouth are all lies.  You sits alone, shaking and realizing that the lies you tells only hurt yourself.

You're trying to stretch tales into truths, or expand your news thinking maybe people won't notice how boring your life is because in your closet sit your happy new skeletons.  And, as you sit there glueing together the bones you've picked from your brain... I'll question your innocent little game and think of how weak you became.  Now, I'm not one to talk about what complusive gems should and shouldn't be bought... And I'd hate for you to lose street value when you weave your tales of gold... But, don't you think it's all getting a little old?

I can’t stand the lies any longer... as your mouth forms the words, I’d like to sew your mouth shut and throw you out to the birds.  I can’t stand the constant lies.  These lies solve little to nothing, you dirty, filthy disgrace. 

You absolve me, repulse me, disgust me, appall me, I just don’t care for you.  All these things aren’t becoming, or fitting, or forming, I don’t even care for you.  For anything that spews from those revolting lips, I really don’t care for you. You’re nothing more... You’ve got no worth... And I just don’t care... With all of your teasing, your screaming, your broken reasoning, you’re treacherous and sickening.  All you want is pity, someone to have pity.  You try to be lovely, but you’re boastful and ugly.  And you somehow get what you want, what you don’t need, It’s just sickening.  All these things that you do for your lust and lost trust.  Why can’t you be something more than this whore?  Just stop wanting, hunting, and lusting for more.  I had thought you were lovely... But now you disgust me... I really don’t care... When I look in your eyes, I see nothing but lies, it’s then I realize, you’re not worth my time.

It must be hard keeping your stories straight when you can’t tell the truth twice in two sentences.  So, I’ll make it a little easier for you by refusing to listen to you anymore.

You make me sick, you really do.  I am so fucking disgusted and disturbed by you.