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hurt
my blackened mood was a tempest storm
I could not contain it's temper
it rage inside me
it threatened to rain
I held it back
I would not let you see me cry
I will burn you from the inside
I will smile but you will see the cold detachment in my eyes
I am disappointed in you
I will walk away
I'm giving up on you
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