anger is a disease,
one i have yet not been cured of.
and perhaps it's better this way,
at least, i can feel something, if anything at all.
believe me when i say this,
she isn't the cure.
she never was,
she was the catalyst.
luring me to my destruction,
yet i. i was reborn.
and the first breath i took,
filled my lungs with water,
and my eyes with burning agony.
but then,
perhaps it's better this way.
to feel pain,
than nothing at all.
- better this way
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growing wings | Completed
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