Inside my throat is that loaded gun...I'm not going to say a thing, I'm not going to say anything...go away, you don't want to be shot...I'm burning inside...anger makes me feel hot inside...pain makes me feel hot inside...lust makes me feel hot inside...love makes me feel hot inside....he makes me feel hot inside....my aching makes me feel hot inside....how come every emotion I have makes me feel the same...sometimes I enjoy it..sometimes I hide from is and sometimes I wallow in it because I know I can't escape...
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