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There’s nothing quite like anger
To make me lose my grip
My words are ammunition
With a purpose to inflict,
Sense upon the senseless
Care upon the careless
Thought upon the thoughtless
Respect upon the callous.
I choose these words carefully
To ensure each one has bite
And I only use them fully
When I know that I am right.

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