The gas is smelling,
but no explosions are happening.
The stove is turned on,
but it's not set at high.
Low. Low. Low.
The food is cooking,
taking it's time.
Waiting to be stirred at the right time;
to have the perfect taste.
The gas is smelling, smelling, smelling...
A mistake is made.
The stove is now turned on to high.
Is this the right time?
The right time To give up and start over;
to throw it all away and just give up?
How would she know what the right choice is?
She is already under control by the gas.
It became too toxic.
He became too controlling.
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Between the Lines there Lies a Story of Me
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