Burning Bridges

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You begged for forgiveness. Crocodile tears are lackluster, and jagged little pills are too hard to swallow. 

You bang your fists. Say I'll be back ("You are nothing without me!"). 

But I hold the matches, I always have. 

You are one more bridge for me to burn. 

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