violent sigh

January 1, 1990

with my fist clenched tight
i remember the night
anger and frustration
my sole sources for salvation

this unfortunate memory
in my mind will stick
like a broken record
the situation skips in my head
i don’t have many choices the way i see it
another action forcing me into desensitization

next time synthetic emotions will prevail
removing myself
is a great excuse
to prevent any future emotional abuse
so now that we know the rules in the beginning
lets start all over without pursuit of winning

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