[The Brit's Blog]
My autobiography ( a work in progress)With My Hands (A poem)
2007-03-14
I want to tear this house apart
Until there's nothing left to break
I want to wrap my hands around your throat
So you can feel my hate
So now can you see?
Destroyed are the things I cherished most
Don't run and hide from me and this
Because this is the life you chose
Feel how much I love to hate you?
Because of all the shit I've been through
It's become a game and nothing more
To nothing but a sorry whore.
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