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Dana

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

5 poems·Since July 2013
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Broken Tool

July 26, 2013

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My fingers shake

They twist back and forth

As I seethe

 

My head rocks

Moving erratically side to side

As frustration mounts

 

My feet pace

Raging across the floor

As anger spills

 

My muscles tense

Twitching sporadically in agitation

As hate replaces all

 

My feelings emerge

And I am filled with sadness

As I learn the truth

 

My revelation filters through

Making my decision easier

As I raise the gun

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