i spend all day thinking of ways to cope with damage i create.
i spend all night sipping gasoline with my right hand while striking matches with my left.
right now, you are the breeze that wicks sweat from my skin and extinguishes the spark.
when your voice no longer echoes off my bedroom walls, i'm not sure anything will be able to quell my rage quite the way that you do.
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