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Dec 2016
Anger scorches like sun inside me.
Every attempt of peace,
Is met with war drums and battle cries.
I dry up all the good emotions from my closest companions.
Burn them till there body resembles a drought affected flower.
My tears then fall like the rain , saying its to late to resolve the 3rd degree, fatal burns.
Although they watch on in indescribable pain ,
forΒ Β they see the forsaken flood ahead.
My clouds have covered them with guilt.
Which should be mine and only mine!
My anger rages ,and effects those who should never be touched by it.
Written by
Georgia Grace  Australia
(Australia)   
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