Life - Helpless Rage
I am alone, standing before a heavy bag. Music I don't remember. There is an acrid smell of chalk and sweat, and the lights are half on, cold, and quiet.
Fists up.
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Life - Exhaust
Life - Exhaust
There are moments in my life when the incandescent rage in my chest burns out. It sputters and coughs, dying into weak embers.
And I feel cold... and empty.
It's moments like those, I wonder what's really holding me together, except for this strange
self induced agony.
There are moments in my life when the incandescent rage in my chest burns out. It sputters and coughs, dying into weak embers.
And I feel cold... and empty.
It's moments like those, I wonder what's really holding me together, except for this strange
self induced agony.
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