Bitter words in my throat,
dripping poison into my soul.
I open my mouth to speak,
darkness spewing forward.
I feel you turning away,
fear in your eyes,
you're shaking in your shoes.
I stretch my hand out to save you,
but from who,
from myself.
A/N: Heh
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