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Your tone on the phone
Gave me a face of disgust, you didn't have to cuss
Put me in a rage, where my sanity started to fade
Smoke came out of my ears as I was trying to hold my thoughts in
You and your pastel shirt pushed me to shame
“I hate you”, came out of my veins from the depths of my heart
That's was the only release I needed
Guilt nor fear could had stop me
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