Cancerous, murderous intent.
You turn me repulsed. You make me wish you were never created. You make me want to throw you out, burn you till you disappear. Smothered by smoke. You make me want to give up on the person I love the most. You burn my hopes for anything good. You engulf my dreams in a grey, suffocating smoke. You. You.
I hate it.
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