I didn't mean to set you on fire.
You stood too close to these flames.
I didn't mean to let open the gate.
You just pushed my fingers to the latch.
I've been running my own races. You've been running out of day old hate for me to conspire on. You'd think that this would benefit me. You'd think that I'm just a sucker for attention.
You'd think that I take pleasure watching my feet turn to ashes. For these races have gone too long. And these flames won't stand to be put out. So don't stand so close.
We could just have conversation. I'd rather just drown.
Drown in everything you've taught me. Sink into what I haven't learned. Then kick and fight against the water, of what you've poured down my throat. Drowning.
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