I wish I could eat you alive for doing and saying some things to me. I wish I were the aggressive one from the past years who would scream her lungs out if she felt something wrong was being done to her. I wish I could slaughter the side of me which is a lot more fragile and sensitive to emotions. I wish I could just be the rational being I once was. Stay guarded in my shell and let no one enter. I wish I were the rude me who would break you down into infinitesimal pieces and see them precipitate in my fuming rage.
But I soulfully wish that your emotions die not a peaceful death each time they are subjected to misery. A kind of misery that is unheard . Die bitch die.
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