Hit me with you hand
Leave a stinging red mark
Let me return the favor
I fight you because I can't say how
I hate you
I hate the hurt you put me through
On the inside
Where I can't do the same
Wanting to match bruises cuts and scrapes
I brawl
I damage
I destroy
Like the monster coming out
You'll learn to leave like we want you to















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"You don't know how long I've been,
Watching the lantern dim,
Starved of oxygen,
So give me your hand,
And let's jump out the window."
-The Shins
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Yeah. That is a gun in my pants. But that doesn't mean I'm not happy to see you...
-Wade Wilson AKA Deadpool
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