Self Destruction

The urge to self-destruct is always there.

Lurking.

Waiting for my moment of weakness.

Let me out, it screams.

I know you are there.

I’m doing my best to ignore you.

How easy it would be to fall in your arms though,

Go back to what was normal.

We have been dancing for a while,

but I want a little peace.

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