I mistook your glow for a good and happy being. Turns out, it was just the toxic glow you give off.
That glow slowly eats my skin away, and makes my hair fall out in chunks,
before I realize you mean me harm.
Your sickness cannot be healed by love.
Worse, you don’t want to feel better.
Your aim is to harm, to torture.
It comes from your soul that is too far gone to ever reform.
What made you so cruel?
When did your heart become radioactive waste?
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