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Anger Feeds I stood the pain, you did not see. It burned my brain, the hate in me; You brought me down and that's a fact, you ran around behind my back. Now what was then a love so true, should not have been my love for you. You cast a spell upon my soul. You knew me well, I lost control. What I can't have, he does not need. Hate will not rest as anger feeds. I could not bear this pain you see. My anger flared I set you free. A temper surged, I hated you. Our love was purged what could I do? With loaded gun I shot you dead, for having fun in another man's bed.
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