you
spit your
venom
straight down
my fucking throat
and that's okay,
just don't
be surprised
when i don't
ask for
the antidote,
because the
cold hearted
truth is
i've wanted to
kill myself
for years now
and you just
made my death
look like
an accident.
YOU ARE READING
Reflection
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