In A Fit Of Rage In a fit of rage, unbecoming me I almost lost it all Nearly revealing untidy truths Things, which when hidden, befit us all Alone in my torture Wanting to tell everyone Braying into emptied mineshafts Shouting across forgotten divides Afraid to tell a soul Bittered because I can't get your attention I trembled with the fitful, tireless energy of youth I grew to know my surroundings more comfortably And hated them all the because of it I needed to release my guilt more then i needed to take my next breath
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