I do not trust my words right now
For if I were but a snake
I would be a cobra waiting to strike
My words would be my fangs
I'd lash out at you
For what you put me through
Sinking my fangs into your skin
My words, so full of venom, would seep into your veins
And perhaps you would be able to feel
If but for the briefest of moments
Even a fraction of the pain you have caused me
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