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I used to be full of rage,

I found meaning and power

in the fire that I could breathe

out of my mouth

But now I have nothing to burn,

nothing to be angry about

and

now my star has collasped and is slowly

degenerating into nothing

Staring into the black infinity

I see nothing to look forward

to,

I am a wound,

and am slowly expanding each and every day

infecting myself and those who are around me