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There it is once more,
A slow burning rage,
A sense of unfairness,
The conviction of hate.
Why do I feel this?
It isn't nice.
Impolite, insulting, utterly insane.
There are others worse off than I,
Others who bear it without a flinch.
The feelings, they tell me of my soul.
A burning void…
It just isn't fair,
I have right to vent my anger,
The bastard just is an obscene curse upon me.
True everyone has his/her bad days and yet…
Sometimes it's just insane,
And I get over it fast and clean.
But you know…
I never forgave the jerk.
Every time this happens,
Every time the obese baka ticks me off,
It piles up.
My frustration is going to blow one day,
Woe to those who are near me then.
' Till then I'm silent and cold...
But these barriers erected shan't hold.

~MY _{January 29, 1998}

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