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Bitterness, Rage, Anger,
That’s what I felt. Alone in
a world that only I knew of.
Each scratch on the pad was
Supposed to ease the the pain
But it didn’t. The fire burnt, consuming
Me and the match stick with out an ounce of
remorse. I knew I should let it go as each moment
Of anger only made me weak. I was stronger than this
Bitterness but I had lost my way in my scarred and
Bitter Heart. Bitterness was all I had left to hold on to although
There was a choice – A choice to let go and let love in one more time.
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