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This was written during a period of generally turbulent emotions.
This was when I first started getting concerned with meter, and
began to write more 8 and 10 syllable poetry.
I am still screaming full throttle inside,
My hunger is strong, and can't be denied.
I bend and I break then snap back again,
I sit here moaning, a god among men.
I dream of the day when I am fulfilled,
to give me some peace in my little world.
But that day is far, and seems farther still,
with each passing moment I just want to kill.
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