January 20, 2011
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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