I want to bust something with my heart, with my fist.
I want to bust my fist, my fury, with something else.
I want to shout and roar and rage.
I want to feel it tearing its way out of my chest.
I want to mutter dark nothings because I don't have the voice for more.
I want to chip my brains out on brittle old bricks,
Because that would mean I'm somewhere not here.
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