I've got a level of sparks within me.
Ready to see you ablaze for each moment we spent together.
One step closer to wanting to set you on fire.
You selfish,
Broken
Soul.
I've got a book of matches in my hand.
Each soldier ready to die for me.
One step closer to wanting to set you on fire.
You self-centered,
Miserable,
Sack of shit.
I have a bucket on the ground with no water.
I'll collect the hurt you've given me and throw it in your face.
You're no good anymore.
Water would be wasted to save you.
I hope you're burning now.
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