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Aug 2018
You ask me,
Why I'm angry all the time?

It’s no simple task,
To put on,
A straight face,
When I’ve been,
"Hurt",
By the people I hold close,
To my heart.

The biggest deathblow,
To me unknowingly,
Was you,
When you decided,
To leave me "angry".
Written by
Vivek Raj  M/India
(M/India)   
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