Dear Tiffany,
You`ve mad me nauseous for the last time
Everything I`ve said to you
I will form a spike to drive through my throat
In order to stop my words
This time I`ll put them in the ground along with my memories and my feelings
I`ll burn it down and walk away
Let the fire warm my back
I wish you would say you hate me
It would make it so much easier
Burn it down and walk away.
Love Daniel
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