Wrath
It is my own wrath that I fear the most,
For if it was not for it,
Apathy would be my name.
So take this wrath from me,
Let me rot in forever solitude,
And let me flee from myself.
Fix me!
Don't let me live in spite,
Don't let me live in rage,
For if that comes to pass,
The world won't ever be the same.
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