The anger that kills,
that destroys our will,
It tears out our heart
and keeps us apart.
Moments wasted
like vomit retasted
Cant get them back
Holes in the sack.
Scattered and thrown
Weeds overgrown
Its the anger that kills,
Swallow the pills
Cuts like a knife
The end of a life
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