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That face, bobbing in and out of a sea of hungry crowd,
\nDisgusted, I lost my appetite to a plate of mouth watering delights,
\nI fake an invite, signal her to join me for lunch,
\nI loathe the sight of this creature I call my friend,
\nShe walks closer, eloquent in strides,
\nMight as well shoot me in the head, be rid of my pain,
\nMy blood begins to broth, cooking up my anger, marching beads of sweat,
\nHer smile glows a radiant light but razor sharp, slicing into my naked eyes,
\nOne blink and I see the creature right before my eyes,
\nSits opposite me, always naively happy, she is killing me slowly,
\nI switch to my \u2018mask\u2019 mode , an Oscar winning innocence plus a dab of kindness,
\nOblivious of my sufferings, she spills out stories, heating up my ears, prawn red,
\nHer happy little life, fills with sunshine, flowers, the colours of rainbows, the life I wish to have,
\nI shoot my defence with a pinch of boast and a lot of lies,
\nI aced it, shut her big fat mouth, I am laughing inside,
\nFar from done, I wait as patient as a crocodile, for that right moment to attack my prey,
\nUpon cue, I launch my ammo, a juicy gossip on a lady colleague, I made up,
\nSaid to be the meaning of true beauty, not me nor she, can even dream to be,
\nHer response, immediate, I see hurt in those starry eyes, fell for it like a fool,
\nI rejoice a standing ovation victory, ignoring a voice whispering the truth in my head,
\nThat God really took his time to sculpt a creature as perfect as she, to torment the likes of me,
\nShe is innocent, a victim but she exists and that\u2019s her fault,
\nI am dying to see her swim in sadness , long to burn her self worth to ash,
\nDestroy her slowly, while standing by her side, her loyal friend,
\nA veil, to my cruel intentions and unspeakable actions,
\nI am her worst enemy but she will never see me, an enemy within.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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