…..Hate is love and love is hate, cause that’s how a jezebel loves, in strife, and with a knife. Sometimes the strife and knife is for a much earlier life, one filled with threats on ones’s life, feelings aimed at the wrong place, and at the wrong pace; creating a difficult case. Rape or molestation could even be apart of her life gestations, but it’s the hate that percolates and turns her into an extreme case. She says she loves, but her love is confused with hate, she has plans to love to hate the man who reminds her of her father, or another one of her hated lovers.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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Another good one my friend, loved the flow!!
Thanks Raven333
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