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I was angry..


Submitted:Apr 24, 2009    Reads: 74    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   


Inflicted
Hate is another kind of pain,
But this pain is the one we inflict on others.
Hate is the rage,
The rage that burns through you.
The beast inside of you,
Inside your heart.
Once that beast breaks free,
Free of the shackles,
It does not hold back.
It will destroy everything.
Anything in it's way.




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