one day I got angry stopped talking had no more to say didn't want to listen to nothing anyone else had to say that was the day I packed a few bags headed for the door and was on my way where I don't know didn't care that I had no place to stay no where to rest my angry mind I found myself several times and purposely lost myself again I forgot why I got angry but that didn't stop me from being angry and the only explanation I had for being angry is "one day I got angry"
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Feeding Birds (05092025)
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