The irony of it all is totally fabulous!
Toxic waste melting in your throat.
The last breath one takes before death.
A lack of sympathy for stupidity.
Roundhouse kick to the emotional cortex.
Zero help from anyone in particular.
Sleep that comes and goes into infinity.
Pride hindering any chance of an apology.
Running away only to find yourself back at the start to trip yourself up.
Pain so strong all senses shut down.
Finding yourself lost, while looking for yourself.
Closing a door to open a safe.
Climbing a mountain for the view not the exercise.
Screaming laughter from a really good, bad joke.
Hiding the truth ito keep in pain.
Explanation is so simple it infuriating.
Bite me!
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