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Rage devours you until you

Can’t remember anything else

All the good times are gone and

All there is now is anger

Was none of it real?


The holidays and laughs are long gone

And you always knew there was always

Something odd

But you were always withdrawn


A monster in the flesh

A man who pretended to be good

A genius who kept you refreshed

And you tried your hardest to believe him


He is solemn and crazy

Sociopathic and hazy

Everything you always hoped you were wrong about

He is what destroys

A hurricane in any life and it’s all gone


All the good and bad




Locked up in a little box

Waiting to fade and move on


Thanks to the man you will never know.

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