Now now Friday must you wreck me so. For what reasons do I feel so stupidly annoyed?
Something gnawing on the inside, making me sore and hurt and silently angry.
I could let loose a machete of words and make it worse, for what does anything have the ability to sting as much as words, and yet that's all they are.
Simple hateful words, meaningless in heart, spouted pointlessly with an intention to hurt yet how pointedly malicious in their unintentional squander.
Something gnawing on the inside, making me sore and hurt and silently angry.
I could let loose a machete of words and make it worse, for what does anything have the ability to sting as much as words, and yet that's all they are.
Simple hateful words, meaningless in heart, spouted pointlessly with an intention to hurt yet how pointedly malicious in their unintentional squander.
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