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set fire to the paper
they always say the same things
watch it burn away
i learned to close my ears to their babble
becoming grey ash that falls to the floor
always, you can do better, we KNOW you can
the fire gets closer to my fingers oh no
i hate those words, i hate them
the heat had reached hem, automatic need to recoil
they are so sure, so demanding
resist urge it hurts
How can they be so sure huh?They are NOT me.
what hurts more? the fire?
or their ignorant demands?
 LadyDeath1213 · Sun Mar 11, 2012 @ 09:17pm · 1 Comments |
