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Anger sometimes it burns a passion in a heart that yearns imperfect we all have our turns different ways to speak of concerns dialect sometimes it spurns without understanding of certain terms emotion that the heart discerns is seen only after the understanding returns Composure it's hard to keep to be angry without making a peep careful not to get too deep the price of turbulence isnt cheap forsaken the tears you weep the hill of forgiveness is mighty steep despised for your leap i guess what you sew is what you reap
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Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC
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Anger sometimes it burns a passion in a heart that yearns imperfect we all have our turns different ways to speak of concerns dialect sometimes it spurns without understanding of certain terms emotion that the heart discerns is seen only after the understanding returns Composure it's hard to keep to be angry without making a peep careful not to get too deep the price of turbulence isnt cheap forsaken the tears you weep the hill of forgiveness is mighty steep despised for your leap i guess what you sew is what you reap
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54/M/American
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC
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