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wach me burn

As I stand here inside the house that was once ours, burning to pieces as I watch all our memories the once happy things in our lives as we burn them with the lies that you breath through your teeth, they're like salt on my wounds on my burns, from the lies that you bring the relationship it's toxic and I'm addicted, I can't get enough of you. As you stand there supplying me with my drug, feeding me my cries, while you spit gasoline into our fire like a snake. That is what you are, a snake in this wood holding me back in this forest fire that you created.





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