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Pov: poetic rage.

Ages passed by,

Time ticked away,

Have I changed?

Or is it for the better that,

I've stopped pouring water down

Just to let them digest me

I want them to choke
The way I do,

Slit open their throats

Brutally, violently, suffocatingly
The way I do,

I want them to ache, pain

Excruciatingly, deliberately
The way I do,

I want them to drown in their thoughts, Remorsefully
The way I do,

I'm the kind of a person to hate

Scarcely,

But if I do,

I would choose to hate them,

Murderously

Because they say,

Even a worm will turn

But I'm human,

And sometimes hearts crack

So I write, write and write

Because bloodshed is inhumane.

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