Anger is a vile thing
Overwhelming our sane senses
Leading our souls closer to despair Residing within waiting At a moments notice it will grow Seeing red, my mouth forms words My heart cries at How thoughtless I’ve become So quickly, effortlessly A pain-inflicting tool I am ashamed And sorry
Leading our souls closer to despair Residing within waiting At a moments notice it will grow Seeing red, my mouth forms words My heart cries at How thoughtless I’ve become So quickly, effortlessly A pain-inflicting tool I am ashamed And sorry
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