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Volcanic fury in my chest Timidity stirring in my breast Am I no longer in control? “I’ll one day conquer your patrol”   You covered me with chain and rope You snuffed my every spark of hope
We fit together like raisins and water As if by some minor miracle we could turn out to be what we once were Like bleach to amonia We are volatile Even if we have the same dream It only lasts for a little while
I end up loving people who won’t fight for me. Girls like us only know pain We know the turning against our family The isolation of friends
When I told her I didn't want to be friends anymore-That I was done with it (and her)-She cried.She begged.She asked why.And I tried to explain…But my founded reasoning fell onto deaf,
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