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Mar 2015
Sometimes? You give in.
That anger finally wins.
That fire stops to hurt
and even feels great.
That all you can muster?
is hate for another.
Be someone else's mother
or a long since dead brother
even that guy who couldn't
keep it in his pants, and
the liars and the fakes,
the people? who only take.
Yes, sometimes?
That fire feels great.
I don't know why my phone put it as pant's not pants...
Written by
DeadMan
668
   M Moore and Arlo Disarray
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