Broken Tool


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My fingers shake

They twist back and forth

As I seethe


My head rocks

Moving erratically side to side

As frustration mounts


My feet pace

Raging across the floor

As anger spills


My muscles tense

Twitching sporadically in agitation

As hate replaces all


My feelings emerge

And I am filled with sadness

As I learn the truth


My revelation filters through

Making my decision easier

As I raise the gun


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