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You're the addiction and I am the addict.
You're death and I am deceased.
You're the flower and I'm the seed.
You're the sky and I'm the star.
You're the paper and I'm the ink.
You're the lyrics and I'm the song.
You're the rhythm and I am the rhymes.
We compliment each other so well, you see?
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You're the addiction and I am the addict.
You're death and I am deceased.
You're the flower and I'm the seed.
You're the sky and I'm the star.
You're the paper and I'm the ink.
You're the lyrics and I'm the song.
You're the rhythm and I am the rhymes.
We compliment each other so well, you see?
​
You're the addiction and I am the addict.
You're death and I am deceased.
You're the flower and I'm the seed.
You're the sky and I'm the star.
You're the paper and I'm the ink.
You're the lyrics and I'm the song.
You're the rhythm and I am the rhymes.
We compliment each other so well, you see?
​
You're the addiction and I am the addict.
You're death and I am deceased.
You're the flower and I'm the seed.
You're the sky and I'm the star.
You're the paper and I'm the ink.
You're the lyrics and I'm the song.
You're the rhythm and I am the rhymes.
We compliment each other so well, you see?
​
You're the addiction and I am the addict.
You're death and I am deceased.
You're the flower and I'm the seed.
You're the sky and I'm the star.
You're the paper and I'm the ink.
You're the lyrics and I'm the song.
You're the rhythm and I am the rhymes.
We compliment each other so well, you see?
​
You're the addiction and I am the addict.
You're death and I am deceased.
You're the flower and I'm the seed.
You're the sky and I'm the star.
You're the paper and I'm the ink.
You're the lyrics and I'm the song.
You're the rhythm and I am the rhymes.
We compliment each other so well, you see?
You're the addiction and I am the addict.
You're death and I am deceased.
You're the flower and I'm the seed.
You're the sky and I'm the star.
You're the paper and I'm the ink.
You're the lyrics and I'm the song.
You're the rhythm and I am the rhymes.
We compliment each other so well, you see?
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You got me feeling so high.
I can't lie.
You're my ride or die.
Your lips feed my feverish dreams.
Your words grant my wishes.
Your kisses make me wanna be your Mrs.
Your voice is what I could never avoid.
Your soul has me stuck.
Sharing the same pulse.
Heart beating to the same rhythm.
Turned me into a true addict.
You as the fuel for my addiction.
You got me feeling so high.
I can't lie.
You're my ride or die.
Your lips feed my feverish dreams.
Your words grant my wishes.
Your kisses make me wanna be your Mrs.
Your voice is what I could never avoid.
Your soul has me stuck.
Sharing the same pulse.
Heart beating to the same rhythm.
Turned me into a true addict.
You as the fuel for my addiction.
Gothic but I'm lovesick.
Emo with no memo.
Scene girl, oh, boy you started the scene.
Preppy but I'll prepare for you.
Stereotypes but you're my only type.
Gothic but I'm lovesick.
Emo with no memo.
Scene girl, oh, boy you started the scene.
Preppy but I'll prepare for you.
Stereotypes but you're my only type.
Let's be lovers in the sky.
Shine with the stars.
Dance the night away.
Whisper sweet nothings into the wind.
The air becoming our lair.
That's fair.
All will stare.
We won't care.
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I love you.
There's something between us you can't deny.
Don't lie.
Our relationship lasted almost an entire year before a travesty struck.
Relationship tragically stopped.
We didn't talk for two months.
Now, here we are.
You told me that you've been waiting for me during the two months. Never knew if I'd come back but held to the hope. We both admitted we're still inlove.
My pet cat that I got after the breakup. You memorized her name almost perfectly just from quick post that I made.
You send tons of reels and said you haven't sent anyone them in months.
You even complimented my pets saying they're adorable as always.
Called my hairstyle cute the other day.
Our nicknames on insta are still the romantic names we once called each other a lot.
This isn't normal of exs, maybe not even normal for acquaintances.
Who knows what's to come.
Not a poem, simply a sacred letter.
​
I love you.
There's something between us you can't deny.
Don't lie.
Our relationship lasted almost an entire year before a travesty struck.
Relationship tragically stopped.
We didn't talk for two months.
Now, here we are.
You told me that you've been waiting for me during the two months. Never knew if I'd come back but held to the hope. We both admitted we're still inlove.
My pet cat that I got after the breakup. You memorized her name almost perfectly just from quick post that I made.
You send tons of reels and said you haven't sent anyone them in months.
You even complimented my pets saying they're adorable as always.
Called my hairstyle cute the other day.
Our nicknames on insta are still the romantic names we once called each other a lot.
This isn't normal of exs, maybe not even normal for acquaintances.
Who knows what's to come.
Not a poem, simply a sacred letter.
​
I love you.
There's something between us you can't deny.
Don't lie.
Our relationship lasted almost an entire year before a travesty struck.
Relationship tragically stopped.
We didn't talk for two months.
Now, here we are.
You told me that you've been waiting for me during the two months. Never knew if I'd come back but held to the hope. We both admitted we're still inlove.
My pet cat that I got after the breakup. You memorized her name almost perfectly just from quick post that I made.
You send tons of reels and said you haven't sent anyone them in months.
You even complimented my pets saying they're adorable as always.
Called my hairstyle cute the other day.
Our nicknames on insta are still the romantic names we once called each other a lot.
This isn't normal of exs, maybe not even normal for acquaintances.
Who knows what's to come.
Not a poem, simply a sacred letter.
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I recently moved into a new neighborhood a couple weeks ago. It seemed like a pleasant and quiet place to be.
The neighbors are nice but introverted so my interactions are quite limited here.
I'm quite fine with that because I like being alone and I'm still adjusting to the new home.
I really thought that moving here could be a good fresh start but I was wrong.
The first couple days of moving in were full of peace and predictability.
My routine consistented of waking up every morning, getting ready for work, coming home from work and then going to sleep.
I know it's a pretty plain routine but being boring was good for me for now.
Well, my job is unpredictable. Being a nurse can be quite hectic. Other than my job, life is plain and predictable.
It all stopped being predictable when I was woken up by a knock on my door a couple nights ago. It was a incessant knock. It would not stop.
I got out of my bed and checked the time. Three in the morning. I stomped over to my door and answered with a rude tone.
I was irritated because I wanted to rest. Who knocks on someone's door over and over this late?
I was shocked to see a little girl.
She was blonde with big green eyes. She didn't look starved or hurt. Her clothes weren't raggedy, they looked pretty neat. She looked healthy and taken care of.
I quickly changed my tone and asked if she was okay. She stared at me.
A minute went by of us looking at each other in silence. Crickets heard in the distance.
I repeated my question.
She slowly walked over to me and her words left me startled.
“You're Next!”
Afterwards, she pushed me and ran off into the nearby woods.
I was a bit stunned but I tried to shrug it off. It was probably a prank.
I struggled to go back to sleep that night but I managed.
The incident was quite odd but I tried to forget about it. That was until the next night approached.
I was once again woken up by the sound of knocking. I once again noticed that it was three in the morning. Once again, it was the little girl.
She repeated the same words to me, pushed me, and then disappeared into the woods.
I noticed that she was wearing a different outfit and looked put together.
The same interaction repeated itself every single night until last night.
Last night was the worst and most horrifying night that I've ever had the displeasure of experiencing.
At first it was like all the other previous nights with a incessant knock.
I got up and answered. I keep answering the door because I can't ignore the knock. If I attempt to, it gets louder and she doesn't stop.
I also feared for the little girl. What if someone is making her do this? What if she's being forced?
My eyes quickly locked onto the knife she's holding in her hand.
I started to open my mouth to ask a question about the weapon but she sliced me with it immediately.
She then ran back off into the woods.
The slice in my arm wasn't that deep but it still hurt quite a bit for the rest of the night.
I wondered why they chose to taunt me like this. That question flooded through my mind.
It's surely not just her up to this.
Another question running through my mind is what's next?
Several nights were her doing the same thing until she decided to slice into my arm. What comes next?
She knocks every night at three am. I'm expecting to be greeted by her knock tonight.
What should I do?
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I have the perfect life. I should be grateful. I really should be grateful. I'm sick of feeling like a ungrateful brat.
I used to have a bad life. A bad life that included poverty. Every day was a fight to breathe.
My now husband came into my life. He's very wealthy and stable. He has a great reputation. I never knew why he chose to get with a damaged person like me but he did.
Him getting with me was a dream come true. He takes care of me and I don't have to struggle with life anymore.
He saved me.
Everyone talks so highly of him. People are only nice to me because of him.
Without him, my life would go back to being terrible.
I should be grateful that he saved me but I can't handle how odd he is.
He has a fetish for my name. My name is Rose. He talks about Roses all the time. He filled our house up with Roses. He buys me perfume so I can smell like them too.
He also makes weird comments talking about how I'm a beautiful Rose and that he loves me even if I have thorns.
He doesn't see me as a person. He sees me as the flower.
I was bothered by this at first but I told myself that I should accept it because I need him.
I decided to do research on him and figure out his past. I wanted to see if there was any details that would explain his behavior.
I found a very disturbing pattern.
He had three exes before me. Daisy, Sunflower, and Lily.
That's not the worst part. The most disgusting part is that they're all dead.
Daisy's body was found covered in Daisy's. Sunflower was found dead with a mouth full of Sunflowers. Lily was found dead near a bunch of Lillies. The Lillies were covered in her blood.
It took me weeks to find this information but it left me nauseous.
There's only one explanation and it's hard to accept.
Any normal person would leave him but I need him.
The problem is that I can't be with a killer. It's morally wrong and the fear of him killing me too eats at me every second.
I imagine it's only a matter of time until I end up as the fourth dead ex.
What do I do?
​
I have the perfect life. I should be grateful. I really should be grateful. I'm sick of feeling like a ungrateful brat.
I used to have a bad life. A bad life that included poverty. Every day was a fight to breathe.
My now husband came into my life. He's very wealthy and stable. He has a great reputation. I never knew why he chose to get with a damaged person like me but he did.
Him getting with me was a dream come true. He takes care of me and I don't have to struggle with life anymore.
He saved me.
Everyone talks so highly of him. People are only nice to me because of him.
Without him, my life would go back to being terrible.
I should be grateful that he saved me but I can't handle how odd he is.
He has a fetish for my name. My name is Rose. He talks about Roses all the time. He filled our house up with Roses. He buys me perfume so I can smell like them too.
He also makes weird comments talking about how I'm a beautiful Rose and that he loves me even if I have thorns.
He doesn't see me as a person. He sees me as the flower.
I was bothered by this at first but I told myself that I should accept it because I need him.
I decided to do research on him and figure out his past. I wanted to see if there was any details that would explain his behavior.
I found a very disturbing pattern.
He had three exes before me. Daisy, Sunflower, and Lily.
That's not the worst part. The most disgusting part is that they're all dead.
Daisy's body was found covered in Daisy's. Sunflower was found dead with a mouth full of Sunflowers. Lily was found dead near a bunch of Lillies. The Lillies were covered in her blood.
It took me weeks to find this information but it left me nauseous.
There's only one explanation and it's hard to accept.
Any normal person would leave him but I need him.
The problem is that I can't be with a killer. It's morally wrong and the fear of him killing me too eats at me every second.
I imagine it's only a matter of time until I end up as the fourth dead ex.
What do I do?
​
I have the perfect life. I should be grateful. I really should be grateful. I'm sick of feeling like a ungrateful brat.
I used to have a bad life. A bad life that included poverty. Every day was a fight to breathe.
My now husband came into my life. He's very wealthy and stable. He has a great reputation. I never knew why he chose to get with a damaged person like me but he did.
Him getting with me was a dream come true. He takes care of me and I don't have to struggle with life anymore.
He saved me.
Everyone talks so highly of him. People are only nice to me because of him.
Without him, my life would go back to being terrible.
I should be grateful that he saved me but I can't handle how odd he is.
He has a fetish for my name. My name is Rose. He talks about Roses all the time. He filled our house up with Roses. He buys me perfume so I can smell like them too.
He also makes weird comments talking about how I'm a beautiful Rose and that he loves me even if I have thorns.
He doesn't see me as a person. He sees me as the flower.
I was bothered by this at first but I told myself that I should accept it because I need him.
I decided to do research on him and figure out his past. I wanted to see if there was any details that would explain his behavior.
I found a very disturbing pattern.
He had three exes before me. Daisy, Sunflower, and Lily.
That's not the worst part. The most disgusting part is that they're all dead.
Daisy's body was found covered in Daisy's. Sunflower was found dead with a mouth full of Sunflowers. Lily was found dead near a bunch of Lillies. The Lillies were covered in her blood.
It took me weeks to find this information but it left me nauseous.
There's only one explanation and it's hard to accept.
Any normal person would leave him but I need him.
The problem is that I can't be with a killer. It's morally wrong and the fear of him killing me too eats at me every second.
I imagine it's only a matter of time until I end up as the fourth dead ex.
What do I do?
​
I have the perfect life. I should be grateful. I really should be grateful. I'm sick of feeling like a ungrateful brat.
I used to have a bad life. A bad life that included poverty. Every day was a fight to breathe.
My now husband came into my life. He's very wealthy and stable. He has a great reputation. I never knew why he chose to get with a damaged person like me but he did.
Him getting with me was a dream come true. He takes care of me and I don't have to struggle with life anymore.
He saved me.
Everyone talks so highly of him. People are only nice to me because of him.
Without him, my life would go back to being terrible.
I should be grateful that he saved me but I can't handle how odd he is.
He has a fetish for my name. My name is Rose. He talks about Roses all the time. He filled our house up with Roses. He buys me perfume so I can smell like them too.
He also makes weird comments talking about how I'm a beautiful Rose and that he loves me even if I have thorns.
He doesn't see me as a person. He sees me as the flower.
I was bothered by this at first but I told myself that I should accept it because I need him.
I decided to do research on him and figure out his past. I wanted to see if there was any details that would explain his behavior.
I found a very disturbing pattern.
He had three exes before me. Daisy, Sunflower, and Lily.
That's not the worst part. The most disgusting part is that they're all dead.
Daisy's body was found covered in Daisy's. Sunflower was found dead with a mouth full of Sunflowers. Lily was found dead near a bunch of Lillies. The Lillies were covered in her blood.
It took me weeks to find this information but it left me nauseous.
There's only one explanation and it's hard to accept.
Any normal person would leave him but I need him.
The problem is that I can't be with a killer. It's morally wrong and the fear of him killing me too eats at me every second.
I imagine it's only a matter of time until I end up as the fourth dead ex.
What do I do?