The Love Paranoia

-Why does she play with me-

Just played renegade for like.. super super long? ><
feeling guilty now. should have studied. ahh wells.

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The Love Paranoia
By: Yeo WenBin

A shape.
A hope.

Made out of the finest material,
The one Cupid uses for his arrows.

Made out of the most inner-deep desires,
The one no one can ever find out.

And this shape and hope combines.
The shape, so hopeful.

Who knows.
No one.

It was too good to be true.
It was.

No one expected it to fail the test of time.
Neither did time itself.

And down went the shape.
Into the deadly pit.

Filled brim-full to the most hideous chemicals.
Emptied completely off it's positive essences.

With a green monster living deep in it.
The monster with bright green eyes.

It was riddled with the worst feeling.
The chemical was paranoia.

And so it went down.
As everyone looked.

It sank.
So did the hope.

Slowly, it rose back up.
Up came a dagger.

And it shot towards me.
And it shot.

It hit.

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Tired.

sometimes, it just sucks to be sensitive.
Ahh wells. guess it's probably my paranoia again.

Tired. sickening. bored. tired. and feeling like an ass.

I smell the imminent air of pessimism.

gah. I hate the world.

-She's killin' me-

"The world revolves,
while I dissolve."
-Yeo WenBin