Some people are like mantises.
They take off their heads,
after taking,
they take, and eat,
they are dangerous,
deadly.
They take, and they cut.
They take, and when they don’t need you anymore…
They take off the head.
They feed on your emotion,
they feed on love,
but they never know how to manage it,
and they never know how to digest it.
For this, for them,
it’s all temporary,
and cut.
And you, you lose your mind.
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