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Dec 2020
i am so ******* angry and convinced it will never end,
visions of rage and betrayal i stir into my morning oats,
feast upon the distortions of the past,
alone again and never to see the morning breeze,
i cry, i sob, i call out to the god of war and assertions,
my path leads off a cliff,
i catch myself but bash my head,
into a thousand bits.
the place i am at.
Written by
casper
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