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Aug 2015
It’s unintentional but for a moment
What follows after is designed for pain
The daggers from my mouth are automatic
And I know exactly where to aim

You’re breaking the emergency glass
But it’s all too little too late
You’re standing in a bloodbath
And I’m running high on hate

The boiling in my blood rises
As love gives way to rage
I’m burning it all to ashes
And taking you down in flames

Run out while you still can
And don’t try to be a hero
I’ll say what I can’t take back
To make it all even clearer

You say that I don’t mean it
And I try harder to scream
You don’t want to believe it
But this might be the real me
E Damaris
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