The Hand Print

"Everyday the rage within me dies a little more

But everytime I think it's gone 

It comes back stronger still

It kills my heart


To see the hurt

And the lies

The hand print of my hurt

When will I ever learn."

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please comment i know i'm not very good

so i need feedback to tell me how to improve

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