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- There's something thrilling about the breaking
- When the glass shatters and the shards scatter
- There's the bruising on my knuckles, mottled green and purple
- Blood flowing out of the rips and tears with each blow
- The sweet stinging strikes
- There's a beauty in burning wood
- Cracking, crumbling, snapping as the flames rise higher
- There's something wonderful about the breaking
- In that moment when I do what I can't take back
- A broken bottle, a burning chair, my torn and tattered fists
- And when it's done
- I can pretend that I don't enjoy it
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