sometimes one thinks one has never owned anything
most times there's anger so intense, its there all the time
always there's the yearning to be loved, like one dreams of
and deep within is a sadness that nothing can erase

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fiction

when did anger rule my heart at all times? why is constant feeling of being shortchanged? even the slightest slight is taken to heart & analyzed for meanings that never existed. such is this sour life...