Resentment is calling to my character.
Whispering through details caught by the eye.
Forcing the mind to detect the unbareable.
Hearing syllables refute the anger settling why.
Creeping within the nerves sets a horrible explosion.
Ignited by a fools game one isn't good at.
Looks like I'm back to square one with tradition.
Trusting no one and turning again on my accepting lack.
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