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Jan 2013
The anger builds up
like a raging flood,
the only dam,
my will.

But I'm only human.
The cracks begin
and gradually
my will breaks down.

In the privacy
of my own nightmare,
I unleash the flood.

The blood pours out,
the emotion comes,
And for a moment
I feel the release.
Written by
Lucia
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