27. i'll play the part

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i won't apologize for my foot out the door
or for my hand in your chest
or for my threat to rip your heart out
i am strong but
i can't weather your disappointed sighs
or the venom in your words
or the furious storm in your iris
if i am the black hole
that you say i am
then you'll be okay
without me

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