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Woke With Rage

I woke with rage beyond my mind
It's tempting, I find. Intensifies with time
I whisper to myself, "I hate this place..."
God Dammit, I hate this place and the face
That stares back at me in the dreaded glass.
I don't even know what "this place" means.
Whatever reality shattered my dreams
Or took my drive, gumption and nerve.
And I can't help but think that I deserve
Whatever fate this was destined to be.
"Breathe," I say. I can get past this.
Whatever this is can be forgotten in time,
The thought is tempting, I find. 

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