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Venge Hit



Feeling sorry for myself

Thatís not something new

I hate him now, the feelingís gone

Pure anger; never sorrow


Stop invading my only space

A refuge of sorts for me

I can handle one unsettled issue

But more will tip the scales


Get out, I say and command I will

Watch me, donít come too close

Unless you wish the rage of hurt

That spills out through my eyes


I can direct it

Your helpless direction

Placid I seem

But waiting to strike