II.

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There are 5 stages of grief
But I'm forever stuck at anger.

At first I thought I was in denial
But that feeling was only partial.

I couldn't get rid of the hatred
I don't know where the anger is headed.

All I know is our family was something sacred
But you defiled it and I hate to know that we are related.

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