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Child of Rage.

Inside a dream
I become a child
of rage again.

Uninhibited now,
on the attack
against
those who
have kicked
down, stepped on,
abandoned, used
me, however subtlety,
against my will.

Blood cold as a stone.
Fire in my eyes that could kill.

All to fuel
my embarrassment
and guilt
upon awakening.

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