Hate Poem or How My Water Steamed Up or Anatomy of Rage
My jaws are the first to get hurt. Overly stressed they end up locking my tension in and making my voice unheard. Then, as a natural consequence, my teeth get fragile, and the pleasure of coffee begins to fade. My shaky voice goes through my head and spins around the days. I get caught feeling down for no other reason than my loneliness. And I deeply feel like crying and crashing my head against a wall, so that you'd at least leave my sight or thoughts. And even though I don't hate you yet, my lonely anger gets to my nerves and harms my insides over you.
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