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To you now I bear my soul.
The sun melts the snow into a puddle
At the bottom of my heart.
He was frowning. I brought a smile
And placed it on his lips.
It stayed there for a second
Then fell on the cold stone floor
And broke into a thousand pieces.

His voice rang out in the emptiness
His hatred for all and everything.

His rage is darker than yours.

I'm good at holding it together.
Frankly, I am sick inside
Still sick from you, sick from him.
The sickness is a kind of terror I can't explain.

With so much heat
There's no way that this can end well.