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You stay silent,
so afraid to engage,
in fear that you'll go
getting carried away.

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I'd rather have your hatred
than your apathy / apathetic ambivalence.
Your indifference is more painful
than your ire.

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Give me anger,
just don't give me fake smiles / plaster a smile on your face (to appease me)

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Your indifferent posture
hurts much more than your ire

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Just going through the motions,
I'm an empty husk when you look at me.

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I can't have it all,
but I want you to have a chance to

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Not knowing if you're okay
makes it hard for me to be.

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The indifference differential / different / indifferent ... [word play]

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Crucial crushing credibility [word play]

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Wonderful wind tremble fright things pretty in daylight go bump / sound scary / take harrowing looks into your soul at night

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