Friday, August 2, 1996

I am counting the ways
Waiting for the right number
Looking for the straw that is gonna break my back
I hate you for making me weak
I hate you for being so strong
I hate you for holding up that mirror and turning on the lights
I hate you for being there
I hate you for leaving
You turned my life inside out
And all you did was pass through it

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