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Anger fills me up like a nuclear bomb,it grows and grows taking everything you know and never dies, like a new feeling deep inside.
Am i out of my mind? Why, oh why can't i let this feeling go, Away from my heart and away from my mind, Like an essence that never runs dry. Could you be so unkind, poisoning my empty mind A breath of fresh air, too amazing to be scared, what heaven that could be... Just a shame that this might never be, Shall i never be free? Or shall i die with this inner anger inside of me? Then it shall have no where else to hide, Alone in ones mind, fears, angers, joys and pride, Inner anger does not die, but gets as strong and can grow to be as fast as does the sea tide.
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