I'm addicted to destruction
I like to build others up and destroy myself
my heart doesn't believe in progressing
It thinks it's worthless
it whispers to my soul and soon I hear sledgehammers at my door
I watch as they enter my home and destroy every room
I stand and wait until they're done
when they leave I clean up and when they arrive again torches in hand
I open the door and offer them matches
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