Anger, nudger and pressure. Inherit ourselves a hammers hole Holding the void and put a betray in a jar
I do not pity rattlesnake I do not complain the pain I have been kind but they misunderstood. Now I have gone out, I might look calm and forgiving
but in the end
the memories of pain will stay
and it became my strength
I can avoid anger but the control to destroy is in my hand If I could control my hand, I'm sure I'll comeback stronger.
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