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"Anger,my new found gift"
I can't remember when he came knocking
on my door,marching in with authority and pride.
Putting me in the right lane
The pathway which I'm am on is not about closure
It's not about taking back the respect I've lost
It's not about my shattered heart,its about losing
my depressed shell and turning my Hourglass of anger
into hardened revenge
As I patiently plan my foul scheme against them
An evil grin crossed my face...and i thought to myself
"This is gonna be fun"
on my door,marching in with authority and pride.
Putting me in the right lane
The pathway which I'm am on is not about closure
It's not about taking back the respect I've lost
It's not about my shattered heart,its about losing
my depressed shell and turning my Hourglass of anger
into hardened revenge
As I patiently plan my foul scheme against them
An evil grin crossed my face...and i thought to myself
"This is gonna be fun"
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