Edged Out

You’ve eaten into my space

You’ve pushed me off the brink

You’ve tossed away all that we shared

You’ve torn us apart

There’s no room for insecurities now

There’s no room for regret

There’s no room for you

There’s no room for me!

Chriselle Correia

A bit of madness is key; she's whiskey in a tea cup.

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