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Jan 2012
to be quite honest
I hate you
you make my insides burn
and my ears ring
with rage,
I rake my nails into my palms
when your voice
rattles down my ear canal
and into my brain
and your laugh
it makes that vein on my temple
flare and pulse
like a earthworm on acid
you you you
are the reason
I have these thoughts
and drive around
with my eyes wide
and senses dull
YOU YOU YOU
are the reason I write

so thank you
Brian Downs
Written by
Brian Downs
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