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i am so god **** 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.
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Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 3:32 PM UTC
anger.
i am so god **** 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.
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Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 3:32 PM UTC
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