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You wait for the time that you’re happy once more; you search for the things you can’t buy in stores. The time is here the time is now, you’re happy that you got here but you don’t know how. The time for you to right that which has been wronged, its time for the ending of your song. For sweet vengeance to exact your revenge, to send those egos to their end. So many emotions one person can’t hide, it seems impossible to conceal them inside. The anger, the hate it just doesn’t seem fair, to be in maelstrom of torment and despair. You turn from corner to corner your backs against the wall; you try to clear your mind of the pain’s most of all. Inside your brain your emotions fight, they dance like the passionate candle light. The sorrow it leaves you feeling depressed, it leaves you in a state of deep distress. You don’t know what to do are you sane it’s slim; you stand and embrace the darkness within. Will you keep your sanity who knows you might, but instead you fall to your knees and cry. The dance it continues it feels you with dread, it turns you inside out…you wish you were dead. But the fire it slowly begins to die, you see the end and yet start to cry. Tears of happiness or tears of sorrow, you ponder if you will last till tomorrow.  You think you know without a shadow of a doubt, but what do you do when the candle burns out?