It was anger- Infesting, can not be digested- I saw you as one of the only- You became one of the many- What was that burning scent- Or the bad taste in my mouth- What were those last words- The gift that I thought I was- Was to exonerate myself- Pushing, Pushing, Pushing- Predator I was to become- Instinct echoed in my temples- And I flexed, under delusions- Saw the anger amplify- Woke up to find- I wasn’t with you- I wasn’t myself- I wasn’t feeling good- We've been here before- Words die, accusations fly- Animals we become- Clawing at each others- Lashing tongues-Birth sign: Libra
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