Your altered state of contentment is my destruction. Push the button. Push all the buttons. Covet your vision of perfection. I stand with fists clenched and teeth grinding, waiting for you to rocket into the stratosphere. But you don’t. You keep talking. My ears are bleeding, my brain liquefying and pouring from my eyes as you talk. My tears fall on my hot cheeks and I wipe them away angrily. My fury is a coiled snake in my chest. My rage boils my blood; the froth in my veins moves to my heart and fills it with bad air. My feet lift off the ground and I float away, carried by the bubbles. I am left with an empty husk of a soul, shredded and burned. I will do my best never to see you again.
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