if i could paint how i feel,
i'd draw a bullseye on your forehead.
my anger is not misdirected,
unless it somehow misses you.
time spent on hate, is time gone to waste.
i watch you point and click your life away.
so cast the stones that i'll gladly catch
and i'll throw them right fucking back.
i stand behind the things i say.
you type the words
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