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Salted red on lips in grin
this taste of wrath dripping down my chin
frustrated grinding tooth
I'm well aware I bleed my youth...Don't care
Dagger blade my back can feel
she plunges where I cannot heal
blood dries black
my matching heart, attack...Ain't fair
explaining why I sit and stare.
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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