Your thoughts are gunpowder;
One move, and I might ignite you into an explosion,
One touch, and you might burn yourself further,
And I'm at your blast radius, catching all the shrapnel of what's made of you
Thoughts like gunpowder,
And I'll be here when you set ablaze,
I'll be the stopper to your trigger
//k.u.
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When I Can't Do Anything Else
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