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Blind rage


Tears run do my blood red eyes Time spent on moment less cries Hurt deeply and nowhere to run Repeating in my head "I'm almost done" Shallow thoughts fill my mind Lonesome impulses, almost forgot to rhyme Playing games with thoughtless people Thinking out load of cautious reason Breaking the cycle that hurts me more Blind rage just makes me sure Fucked by people rotten to the core Refuse to be in this place anymore Pulse still high Blood still boiling Lost the fight, but won the war
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