Cut It Out
Sometimes I spit fire so hot Hell would be jealous. Most days my words burn people who Ignite my lonely flame, when they trigger an emotion and somehow cause me pain. Oftentimes it stings them to their core, they become riddled with doubt of the things they once thought to be true before. A glossectomy is something I am thinking of more and more.
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