...rage...

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    ...rage...

    hate me, kick me, banish me to the firey depths of hell...but you will not break me...my heart is pure, my will is strong and no matter what you throw at me, i will carry on...for though this anger has consumed me for most of my life, i know in my heart that this is not my fight...love is love...and yours is not required...your acceptance is not something i desire....my only wish is that you could see, that i really do know what is best for me....but i am who i am, and that will never change.....and just like me, you will forever stay the same...what's done is done, i have nothing left to say....just remember that it was you who made me this way...

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    lmclay’s Poems (5)

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    Never Again 1
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