Damn you Cupid!

I love you, despite the fact that you hate me.
The way you treat me is worse than the pain of being hungry,
but you've become a poison for me and I need a daily dose of your abuse.
The way you denies my existens is like food on my table.
The way you call me names is like clothes on my skin.
And the way you smile at my mishaps is like air in my lungs...

"You started getting moody on me, pretty soon we'd argue. And the ruder you got, the more beautiful you got to me. And who'da even knew that who would'a even thought possibly Cupid could shoot another one of them God Damn darts at me, It's true that I got shot in the heart..." - Eminem


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