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Aug 2016
“Drown in acid rain,” you told the monster.
Do you think of me that way,
Now that I've hurt her as well?
Because we all know that she can do no wrong,
At least not in your eyes.
So, of course, I must be the one at fault.
Me and my twisted gray world
That blurred all your carefully drawn black and white lines.
She learned that from you didn't she?
She took her worldview from you:
A man that never smiled,
A man that only ever saw black and white,
A man that I completely baffled because I had joy.
That was completely foreign to you.
Does that mean that, in turn, you stole her naivety?
Her happiness?
Her joy?
You forced her into a boring world.
If that's so, I'll meet you outside,
Drowning in rain beside me.
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   Rhet Toombs and Teresa Alaska
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