On Edge., by Tyler Cedric Golden |
I'm getting pissed, I can't hold back all of this anger, Whoever messes with me will be in serious danger, For I am very heated, and my skin burns, My calmness and kindness will not return, For awhile because of this problem, about what you said, All of this hatred is keeping me on edge. |
Posted: 2009-03-30 16:26:35 UTC |
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