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I am the sticky *** of bubble gum clinging to the soles of your new sneakers. I am the early morning hangover from a night of ***** 12packs, and too many liquors. I am the static of a dead line during a phone call ended too soon. I am the prickly sliver of grass that popped your kid's balloon. I am the creaky staircase in your hundred year old house. I am the shattered windows and even the annoying mouse. I am the chocolate ice cream cone that you dropped on the ground. I am the lump in your throat when you try to talk but can't make a sound. I am the demons that live inside your head. I am the hunger that's never satisfied no matter how much you've been fed. I am the scary thoughts that keep you awake. I am the long black hair that you found in your cake. I am the blemishes that cover your face. I am the sore ankle that kept you from winning the race. I am the tear drops from breakups and heartache. I am the one who tantalizes when you make a stupid mistake. I am the war going on in your mind and the deadly games you play, too. But now it's time for check mate: will I die? Or will you?
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Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC
Deadly Opponent
I am the sticky *** of bubble gum clinging to the soles of your new sneakers. I am the early morning hangover from a night of ***** 12packs, and too many liquors. I am the static of a dead line during a phone call ended too soon. I am the prickly sliver of grass that popped your kid's balloon. I am the creaky staircase in your hundred year old house. I am the shattered windows and even the annoying mouse. I am the chocolate ice cream cone that you dropped on the ground. I am the lump in your throat when you try to talk but can't make a sound. I am the demons that live inside your head. I am the hunger that's never satisfied no matter how much you've been fed. I am the scary thoughts that keep you awake. I am the long black hair that you found in your cake. I am the blemishes that cover your face. I am the sore ankle that kept you from winning the race. I am the tear drops from breakups and heartache. I am the one who tantalizes when you make a stupid mistake. I am the war going on in your mind and the deadly games you play, too. But now it's time for check mate: will I die? Or will you?
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Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC
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