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We, the animals

Do not be afraid of your anger

That boy was the **** of the earth and do not feel like

You must hold your composure

Erupt and chew him to pieces

Because somewhere along the way girls were told to be proper

And cut their food into mouse-sized bites and

then rest your fork down between pieces.

 

Well I'm telling you to use your canines the way they were intended

Go straight for the good meat

The raw meat hanging from the bones of the boys who came first

and left you alone in your bed at 1:44 am

Sink your teeth into his jugular

And swallow the pieces whole

Drink his blood until he feels as defeated as you did

But mostly, do not be afraid of your anger, girl.

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Sep 17, 2014
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