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Anger Listening to my mind babble on
i take all of my fears
and boil them on high
i make a bullshit soup
never take enough
never make a plan
never take a chance
no chance
none taken
chances all passed by
solo
SOLO
i fly solo
i fly high
all by by lonesome
i try
i cry
i get by
i'm ok
i have water
and food
and clothing
and shelter
and air
i don't need love
i don't know love
love
LOVE
what is love
why is love
do i love
i don't
i won't
i can't
it doesn't exist
the pain fills me
my whole body aches
