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Ticking hands move with time putting space between until the grow closer once more the face hiding a mark known to the touch I remember waiting for the minutes to pass driving many hours down dark roads knowing well the path I'm choosing hello sweetheart a familiar phrase still ringing in my ears feeding into the fire you refuse to put out a flame I had hoped we'd share instead, you just burned out leaving me to be consumed as if it was all for nothing take all the time you need hun as if it would have ever fixed this as if you ever tried all I was to you a toy a ragged rawhide sinking in teeth with a smile not caring for the damage you've done it's not worth it none of it is I know you your dirty secret side they say a dog bites not the hand who feeds him but those dirty rotten wolves rip your heart out instead goodbye