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reaching a point of eruption the festering has spread the infection exacerbation has reached the limit now my cup is over flowing things, memories, sights and smells now engulfed in fiery rage I detest you nay, I loathe the very thought of you even now you steal a piece of my being it's not your's, it doesn't belong to you nor should have ever been this hatred is exhausting and I want to burn it to the ground
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Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 9:45 PM UTC
paroxysm
reaching a point of eruption the festering has spread the infection exacerbation has reached the limit now my cup is over flowing things, memories, sights and smells now engulfed in fiery rage I detest you nay, I loathe the very thought of you even now you steal a piece of my being it's not your's, it doesn't belong to you nor should have ever been this hatred is exhausting and I want to burn it to the ground
miss-strange
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Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 9:45 PM UTC
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