She says I want to dribble as much blood of my hatred ones as much I surge tears and it’s not two three drops but a deep sea

You should take it like a man.

I really thought better of you.

Poetry.

Trapped.

This could be considered a short letter, telling someone you will be who it is you want to be.

The bane of a writer’s existence.

A deep hate for a person I truly loathe!

Someone who is frightning on the outside and hurt deeply on the inside.

Attempt to define love.