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You had the audacity to ask me how I was, but yell over me when I spoke
You had the audacity to tell me things will be okay when your life was going great
You had the audacity to joke about antidepressants turning people into zombies
You had the audacity to say “snap out of it” You had the audacity to use me as a tool in your web of fake laughs and smile
You still have the audacity to swallow me whole And now, my dear, I have the “audacity” to cut myself free from the chokehold of a snake.
~ n.m.

Aaron AngelComment