FIGHT
F is my flavor as you feel me coming, I taste like garlic and gunpowder. nauseating you as I bubble in your throat louder and louder
I is for what i ignite, memories of spilled milk and tears, memories of being left behind over the years
G is the glimmer of joy I bring you, you dont want to like hurting others, but you do, this pain can’t be forgotten, if you suffer than they must too
H is for the hurt in their eyes as venom spills from your lips, you remember a time not to long ago when it was you with that ache, when it was you who was made stronger from the fact other wanted you to break
T is what I take, when I take everything around and tear it all down, till your left with nobody in your life except me, my coldness an invisible thorny crown you can’t see
Fight is for a never ending cycle. The hurt hurts and gets hurt. And the victim turn persecutors. I will never let you win. I will only leave you alone
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