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Author: Imperia
Fiction Rated: T - English - General/Drama - Published: 01-11-07 - Updated: 01-11-07 - Complete - id:2302855

There are so many things I could say

Words race through my mind

But none seem right

None convey the rage bubbling inside

Willing the anger to fill me up

And spill out in a boiling rush

A poison that runs through my veins

Burn down everything that gets in the way

Scatter the ashes over your grave

‘Cause I can’t swallow any more shit

Done telling myself it’s my fault

Or that it’s just a mood, you’ll get over it soon

Won’t take that as an excuse

You treat me like crap

Then expect me to bend over backwards for your ass

Never minded helping you out

The least you could do is return the favor when I shout

Warning don’t piss off someone who can tear you down

Take you out with these words flowing from my pen

Leave you speechless, can’t hold this in

Refuse to sit back and seethe

Choking it back until I can’t breathe

Have to form some kind of release

Just to feel some relief

So my mind returns to a state of peace



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