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Bringer of sorrow, my title changed
Not the lover of old
No longer banked coals
Bringer of sorrow head bent low
Failed inspration, it seems I bring
Poisoned nails of demon
Pain bleeds from my fingertips
Failed inspiration is all I know
Moving the puppet, no skill it would seem
Tangled threads confuse me
Tortured soul my doing
Moving this puppet from nightmare to dream
Cold sweat awakening into a scream
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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