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Anger makes one thoughtless and also a little cliche. Never are the thoughts about the other, but focused on the self.

Submitted: June 18, 2018

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Submitted: June 18, 2018



Run, turn, hide.

You won't stand, why not?


Hurt and hate,

this is what I feel for you.

Pray we never meet again,

for I shall not be kind.

Mistakes made,

left unfixed.

A chance lost,

because you turn and run.

I've been no saint,

but I stand my ground.

So run, far far away.

Run til you can run no more.

We are at an end.

It was a beautiful start,

with a conclusion most sour.

Yours forever in hate.



This was an early one and I really don’t like it, but we’ve all got to start somewhere. Don’t we?

Thank Athena I got over this kind of writing quickly.


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