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Poetry
It needs to find a new home
A home that can’t be found
So the rage can leave you alone
Rage is only bad when you let it become who you are
When you refuse to find an outlet
To make it land far away in the stars
Rage is beautiful
When you let it go
But it’s hard to let it go
When it’s all you know
Fly off the handle is what most do
Because they have no outlet
To turn a leaf anew
Go to a forest
And pass out your lungs
Go to a forest
And cry
Until your rage leaves you alone
Rage can’t escape through the mouth
It must leave the body
It must leave the soul
It must leave the heart
It must leave until it’s gone
All the dark
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