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jxicyfoxx Oct 2015
as the rain hits
my chest gets tight.
my thoughts are lit
on fire, we fight.
my tongue, bit
anger takes a new height.
you tend to always throw a fit
but I swallow my pride.
give you a kiss,
and hold you tight.
I know I can be a *****,
I'm wrong, you're right

— The End —