Destruction

I am merely a match waiting to be struck. And when struck, I set off like dynamite. Napalm. Then, this overwhelming feeling towers over me. My eyes begin to turn a deep shade of red. And I have this sudden urge to destroy everyone and everything that gets in my way. I don’t expect you to understand.

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About mollyellarae12

What might have been is an abstraction. Remaining a perpetual possibility.. Only in a world of speculation. What might have been and what has been.

Posted on December 4, 2013, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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