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Aug 2012
Lost hopes keeping me live and sane
Evil thoughts I never wished to find
This rage in me leaves me blind
I fear the wake of destruction I've left behind
has led me to my own demise.
This rage is palpable, the evil seen in my eye.
These beliefs I once knew are now regrettable.
Show me now the secrets you wish me to find.
Written by
Branden Pohlmann
438
   Christina Nimeh
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