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Jan 2011
Let that fire burn,
As you begin to learn,
What they've done to me,
Encased in a ****** urn,

Forgiveness isn't part of this,
And the possibilities are low,
The thoughts of anger still rage high,
As you delivered that final blow,

I remember what I did,
I'm done with what I said,
No more anger, no more stress,
And no more wanting to be dead,

Have a great life,
Don't forget what I've taught you,
Because once this all ends,
Ill be gone, and we'll be through.
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