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I guess I'm still angryI'm still punching walls that look like youI drop kicked an old ladyShe didn't do anythingThere are consequences for inactions, tooNo common wordsNo languageI've no way to curse you and your burnt skinI'm still seeing redDropping excuses like dead skinIgnoring bruises like childrenJumping out of every window left open and catching every branch on my way down No ornate tomb or unmarked headstoneI've no place to mourn you so I won'tYou know I'm still pissed after a life tempestuousUnless you can rise from the dead I'll die like this From Letras Mania