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So too, can succeed
Anger,
the pain turns into fire.
inside me changes everything,
my answers are no longer shiny,
avoid people as long as I can.
Why I can smile again,
I smell the end
and I can shoot to the finish line.
This stresses me waiting,
have a caged lion
and I can not even cry.
Perhaps this is retribution
of this life that everybody takes
and asks nothing.
The stillness of my being,
stasis that are forced to endure,
I do not know what it means stop.
But I have to bend my back
and lower his eyes full of anger.
The pain still.
For how long?
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