Every single word is like poison that spreads
Textures and tastes that drive me insane
The stains on my hands I can't wipe clean
The bubbling, the boiling I try to control
When I want nothing more than to let it go
To scream and to shout,
Take the lid of the shaken coke bottle and let it explode
But I know I won't, I'll keep it inside, let it fester and develop until I want to die.
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