A Friend Called Death

"When anger finds me buried deep

The hurt inside might make me weep 

I try and take one final breath

Before I meet a friend called Death

Must go on

Must break free

But Anger tries to keep it from me

Full of Anger

Dead inside

What will make me come alive

Full of shame

Giving up

When did life become so tough."


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