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I'm angry

Bitter

And cold

Judgements pour from me like slippery is the soap

Hatred fuels my muscles

My structure is flawed

Frail

And will soon fall

Will soon fail

In the debris what will I see but broken memories?

What will be left

in the turmoil I coil under the pressure

Truth burns my soul like hot oil

Or is that my mind

What is my bind?

Growth has begun 

My head has been spun

Like the price is right

I hope it hits this time the sun

If not

I may just buy a gun

Nah not really

But seriously where is the one

that connects us all

that directs the fish to swim and humans to talk