it flies down your eyes to your soup
i can see your hate slipping through
you want me to hurt, i can hear it in the way
you stake your claim
and throw the blame.
I can't breathe. It is too strong.
I'm not relieved with the way you've made believed.
Was that confetti? or betrayal.
i almost can't stand.
I said almost.
you just don't get it,
and won't.
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