When you’re afraid to read your favorite writer’s works
Because his paragons with others really hurts
And if I had a value it would be zero worth
And there isn’t a sadder girl living on this Earth
When you quit your favorite writer
When you close your eyes to the world
When you toss your pen in the recycle
When you cry like a little girl
© Delia Ross. 2019
I can’t sit around and watch him collab with her, do spoken word for her, woe his twin flame. He’s wrong but I am gone.
PoeEternal 
He turned my playground into a toxic wasteland.
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*delete app / uninstall*
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Everything you touch turns to dust
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You could have just loved me how I deserved.
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I must ask—who is your favorite writer? Are they on WordPress?
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Yes but he’s no longer my favorite writer and I blocked his blog just twenty minutes ago.
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He is a predator so I won’t be promoting his work, he wanted me to be close-minded, so now I am. Forgiveness, no.
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