My rage consumes me
I get to angry with a touch
To my heart restarts to dust
Left alone to think to process my
Runt if only my rage would stop
I could stop the feelings like a bus the constant
Aching of being angry in my state of disrepair
Or the heartless ache of my air my rage keeps me
Afloat to cry again and left me when they all have disappeared am I angry or just sad i really wish my heart didn't lag
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