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Cathartic Arts

Up, down
Blinded

Throw, catch
Subsided

Spin, height
Perfected

Adrenaline courses through me
My chest swells with pride
My hands burn and scream
They're growing a rough hide

Empowered
Relieved

Who needs a professional
When you have metal
Who needs a confessional
When you blow the kettle

Learned
Unimpeded

Everything flies
My hands are tied
Up in this grace
And my stone-cold face
Written by SageRoyale (Royale)
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Author's Note
Who needs therapy when you've got a six foot flag and a wooden rifle, right?
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