I told them about the steel

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The words rushed out,
The car rushed foreward,
My mind rushed about,
My nails rushed over my skin,
Scratching, pinching, tearing,
"I liked it,"
He told me I was scaring
him.

Why did I do it? I wish I had bottled it
and throw it into my cooler,
of icy water bottles filling to the brim
bursting

Now I have nothing to consumate
my hate

She told me about a substitute
she said it would shoot
my mind up with the excitement
I was now addicted to.

Now my head lies in that same icy water.

I need air.

My mind tells me that I need air more than pain.

I ignore him.