Anger
Anger If with the flames In hell I burn, Then for the blame To you I'll turn. For all the torture Done to me - That made me cast My knife on thee; Although it seemed A wicked thing, For death to make The church bells ring.
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Vagabond
Not much to tell, but I am me...purely, unapologetically me. I value honesty and reality in people, and have no time for followers or pretenders. Each person is unique and valuable in their own way, and to minimize that by attempting to be someone...
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