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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