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I Hope You Burn

You are the stench of gasoline as I open the tank. Crawling through the vents a nauseating feeling gradually takes over and I find myself gasping for air, to no avail. You remain intertwined with the atmosphere, spilling your name in puddles leaving holographic trails. Your sickening smell of danger follows me, you’re lucky I resist the urge to light us both on fire.

I Hope You Burn

You are the stench of gasoline as I open the tank. Crawling through the vents a nauseating feeling gradually takes over and I find myself...