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Rage flows from my finger tips
My brain struggles to keep up.
Fighting against myself, struggling to see who will come out on top
Demons versus conscience
Exaggerations verus Truths
Hatred rains from my eyes
Leaving trails of guilt
Trapt in a loop of ill guided choices, masked as indiscretions of youth
Unable to forget
Unable to forgive
Loneliness seeps from my pores
Ashamed of where I am
Past the point of point of no return
Locked up in could have been
Tortured by memories
Tortured by fate
Rage flows
Hatred rains
Loneliness seeps
Happiness hides.
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