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Sometimes? You give in. That anger finally wins. That fire stops to hurt and even feels great. That all you can muster? is hate for another. Be someone else's mother or a long since dead brother even that guy who couldn't keep it in his pants, and the liars and the fakes, the people? who only take. Yes, sometimes? That fire feels great.
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
Fire.
Sometimes? You give in. That anger finally wins. That fire stops to hurt and even feels great. That all you can muster? is hate for another. Be someone else's mother or a long since dead brother even that guy who couldn't keep it in his pants, and the liars and the fakes, the people? who only take. Yes, sometimes? That fire feels great.
I don't know why my phone put it as pant's not pants...
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
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