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Feb 11
A speck of rage that quickly spreads
throughout our hearts and to our heads.
That tiny thing that starts so small
will quickly make the body fall.

When anger flits across the mind
vengeful deeds are quick behind.
But stoking up that angry fire
will burn the one who starts the pyre.

When pain is what you wish to serve
pain for you will be reserved.
If you become your anger's *****
your path will lead you to the grave.
Lorrin
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Lorrin  21/F
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