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Dec 2014
I am sick of this
a sickness with a side of anger
It makes my intestines inflamed
and my lungs collapse

Sick to my stomach
more like my stomach is filled with ants
biting my stomach lining
causing me to say things that i shouldn't

The anger defies gravity
in that it rushes from the tip of my toes to the core of my brain
it just wants to find a way out
it's tired of being bottled up like aging wine

But every time I try and release my anger,
hitting innocent objects
and faulty people,
trouble finds my way

I don't know what to do anymore
well, I never have
but I'm sick
sick of having
a sickness with a side of anger
rambling has become a problem
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