When the flash of annoyance seared through me, i saw, so clearly, in my mind's eye: why i never really liked you; which subsequently led me to understand why you never liked me, either.
I have observed you observing me for so long that dislike itself has gathered dust and contempt having chosen to fade into oblivion. I gradually grew immune to your everchanging personalities--- you changed masks with a frequency that could rival that of a chameleon's, with each one customed to mould seamlessly to your face.
A lioness will be at her fiercest not when she is hungry, but when she is protecting her cubs. With this theory, i repeat. Dont even try to mess with what i love most, please, because when push comes to shove i might blow.
And i would hate to spatter you with bits of my eye/ hair/ toe.
c'est le ton qui fait la musique.
"she dare not lie near this lack-love, this kill- courtesy"
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