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I braced for the sound, the inevitable blast that would deafen my ears and jolt my nerves they came streaming out in my words every syllable sounded like rounds from the chamber as i released my anger I hate who I become when you spit your venom and load my gun the magazine full of thoughts of discontent shells of spite and resent your words push your fingers to pull my trigger itching dangerously close to setting off my uncontrollable rage I try putting my mouth on safe holding the rounds at bay yet they pour out one after another we're poison for each other I'm sick, weak in the knees as these words continue to release each time your words pull that trigger and squeeze the blowback nearly knocks me off my feet I hear the distinct buzz of being too close to the boom in the center of the room my fingers pointing at you to blame, you're the reason I explode I'm too weak, these words too heavy to reload I hate who I've become when you fill my thoughts with this ammo and turn me into this gun
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Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 2:51 AM UTC
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I braced for the sound, the inevitable blast that would deafen my ears and jolt my nerves they came streaming out in my words every syllable sounded like rounds from the chamber as i released my anger I hate who I become when you spit your venom and load my gun the magazine full of thoughts of discontent shells of spite and resent your words push your fingers to pull my trigger itching dangerously close to setting off my uncontrollable rage I try putting my mouth on safe holding the rounds at bay yet they pour out one after another we're poison for each other I'm sick, weak in the knees as these words continue to release each time your words pull that trigger and squeeze the blowback nearly knocks me off my feet I hear the distinct buzz of being too close to the boom in the center of the room my fingers pointing at you to blame, you're the reason I explode I'm too weak, these words too heavy to reload I hate who I've become when you fill my thoughts with this ammo and turn me into this gun
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Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 2:51 AM UTC
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