no revenge - i get angy ... alone.
the space between
space on that page
left not enough room for my rage,
I could not hold it in any longer !
The power of anger grows stronger
when I am all alone.
I stood up from
my connection station,
began to fight off the invasion
of memories eating my insides away.
I did not want to,
but had to
go back to the day,
when that anger had grown.
Why did she have
to do this to me?
Don't I deserve some revenge?
Why did she fucking do that to me!?
How will this rage come to end?
untill then I have to pretend...
...everything will
be alright.
I am ok. I have my knife.
I have the silence of the night
when I am alone.
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