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Apr 2022
It toils and it burns
In my stomach it churns
I seal my lips
To hide a choice of words

No wrong or right
In this cold night
I don't want to fight
But I just might

I'm not one to attack
But this knife
You've stabbed my back
I might just snap
Not a feeling I'm overly proud of, but I feel ashamed even feeling that way.
Dinamus
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