Assumptions

0What do you seek? Why are there02br
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00tears, gliding down ur cheeks when02br
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00comfort is near. What is it you need?02br
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00A powerless man will run over02br
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00all before he admits he has lost control,02br
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00so he seeks, for what? He claims,02br
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00he needs a little more, satisfaction he can't02br
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00confront when his mind is shattered. Maybe02br
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00he seeks to calm the chaos lurking beneath02br
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00but he strikes in anger when the hand02br
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00attempting to calm him, belongs not to him.02br
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00Oh, compose your soul, I am but02br
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00making assumptions, an attempt to recognize02br
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00what it is that makes you blind to02br
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00your anger. This rage, in its pureset form02br
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00burns bridges, such hate leaves a trail...02br
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00and to my amaze, I find specks of grace,02br
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00compassion, truth, in this hatred you left..02br
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00So I ask you again, what is it you seek?02br
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00You preach louder than the alarming sirens pouring through my window,02br
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00your words stiniging, inspiring, igniting, reviving an old wound02br
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00as I try to comprehend, your rage, it02br
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00needs a shelter. Yet, it is pushed down,02br
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00making home where it does not belong,02br
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00your heart may turn bitter, if this rage02br
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00someday takes over.02br
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00Oh, compose your soul dear friend,02br
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00I am but making assumptions02br
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00to answer the unanswered.02br
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00Who am I to try to fit you in a box02br
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00of ready made disorders, I make no claims02br
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00about you, only assumptions...0-