confrontation
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You keep trying to piss me off with the games that you play,
But I don't think you realize who you are dealing with, and that I can go all day.
You want to slam doors, and you think that I am going to go back and fourth with you,
I don't know why I keep writing to you
Like I'm sending letters to someone in prison
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As if you were the one who's been trapped
Ever since that day
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They say that justice brings peace,
When I was little
I ensured everyone I had the loudest scream
One that would shake the world
I could feel it brewing up inside me
Begging for an escape
But I wouldn't
All this time I’ve livedin another reality.All I did was giveand I was happy.
My reality is notwhat you would expect.But I wasn’t taught to not let it affect.
It may have been a Monday evening
when you felt your fingertips buzzing at your
lips.
It was a wind, a gust, of beauty in your anxiety
Nail biting
eating away at things that do not sense pain.
