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Flood

It’s growing inside of me

Washing over every cell

Tainting them red, making it dark

You won’t like me then,

But I probably wont like you

That’s what it does you see

It changes me, makes me hostile

Makes me lash out

Makes me blame innocent people

Makes me blame myself

Anger is a terrible thing

And as it washes through it chokes my throat in hate

It clogs my ears so they won’t listen to reason

It covers my eyes, they can no longer see your scared face.

My limbs are not mine anymore, they move in the fluidity and violence of the wave.

I’m drowning in it

But you don’t see this of course

You still see me, you still think I’m me

You don’t see the flood



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