O, swear not by the moon...

Why is it that the beautiful moon is ever so tampered with,

and so are my affections around you?

Jealousy, belligerance, and vainity are your virtues in which I see,

although I loved your flaws anyhow. I loved them, or perhaps ignred them.

You are not an individual, you are a grouping of everyone I feel this towards, and just as an angry dog I am motivated to bite and yelp and plot revenge towards you.

But, I know, revenge is not mine. Revenge is His. And, once I find that someone that makes me feel whole, this will be unimportant to me. To me, you'll be a memory.

Drum beat. Bump bump bump.

Cool and steady I am, I walk away. Bump bump bump.

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