The cruel monster known as sadness has left.
I am now honored by the presence of rage.
No, not anger but rage in it’s purest form.
The tears on my face have hardened into my armour.
The hands that once begged for mercy ache for justice.
The pain received will only be returned.
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This Too Will Pass
PoetryThis is a collection of my thoughts. Everything I write in here will be for me and anyone who feels like I do. Some poems are sad and some are happy. All are written with the sole purpose of overcoming the complex feelings of life.
