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Made by Teresa Marrin
© 2010-2012

grudge

I will get you
I will make you pay
I will make you suffer
The way you made me suffer
I will drag around
This suitcase of grief
And anger and retaliation
This anvil, this anchor, this albatross
I will drag it around
Until it drags me down into the ground
And only then will I see
Who pays