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This anger in me,
Seconds of my life,
It hs written off.
This pain in me,
Pounds of my flesh,
It has chiseled me.
This blurrness in me,
next steps of my life,
All wiped off.
This blindness in me,
In the belief me an emotion,
My now youth,
Clamped down to halt.
This anguish in me,
Thats makes me treble,
With energy to blink,
And desire to be found worth,
In eyes so cruel.
So, whats next?
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