Your eyes are red
and your voice has that harsh quality to it...
I can just feel it in my veins.
And I don't know what to tell you
when you've lost yourself,
gone,
fighting,
resisting,
crying,
screaming,
breaking,
hiding,
losing,
killing.
When you're angry.
I'm afraid you'll catch fire.
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