Choker
Now that you hate me
I only get to write about
how wrong and proud I was
and how I am no different
from anyone else.
No magic, just a dust.
I don't get to say my sorrows.
Not even a few words of appreciation,
longing, or dreams.
You are so full that my head is about to burst.
I hope you choke on my screaming blood.
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