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waiting for the cure
a maddening rage of jealousy
leaks from my heart
to make my spine shiver
it convulses with madness
until my comforting strength
lets me endure
most of the questions I compose
have all been answered over the months
revenge feels sweet
but is lacking in its purpose
fear drives the mind to succumb to its pride
walking forward to embrace new obstacles
perseverance at my back and foolishness at my side
I no longer wait for peace of heart
it's been so long I've held this pain
hope tells me "it will leave one day"
pessimism says "get used to it"
I don't want to question the length of my transgressions
just try to embrace the hurt when it comes
I pray it won't be with me so long
as to linger in my soul
waiting for the cure
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"the greatest trick the devil ever pulled, was making the world believe he didn't exist" -Kevin Spacey 'The Usual Suspects'
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