There's nothing passive about my aggression.
Nothing can make it stop.
There's nothing hollow when it comes to my passion.
Ice freezes me and feels hot.
Nothing is stupid about what I think,
You just do not understand it.
Gone in a flash, in a sigh, in a blink,
Remembering you is a habit.
There's nothing passive about my aggression,
There's nothing that makes it stop.
There is no safety that comes with protection,
There's acid in my wrists; its hot.

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