Like the last drag off your favorite cigarette,
Like the panic you feel at the idea of being left alone,
Like the way it burns on the way down but you chug it anyways,
Like the tears that are too many to count,
Like just one more order of fries because it’s a familiar action,
Like the physical pain inside your chest because your heart is hurting,
Like blood dripping down your arms because everyone else always used you as a target,
Like the inability to breathe because their words knocked the wind right out of you,
What am I, but a ticking time bomb?
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