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Nobody likes an angry woman
she’s unbecoming in the worst way
a primal scream can’t cure
an uncontrollable rage
it frightens me
how deep it is
rooted in me
like an ancient tree
I want it to go away
but somehow, I don’t
It lets me know I am still
alive
and that you matter so much,
and that you will never go away
Suburban Hobo 
Powerful–image and words.
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Thank you, Matt.
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Strikes deep, like a very old soul….keep raging!!!
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I get this. You hold onto the pain because it’s what you have left.
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Yes.
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I also have beautiful memories of times spent with Lorin and the wonderful person he was. I am writing them down so I don’t forget.
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Yes ❣️❣️
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So well-done, as always. I also found myself relating to that idea of an anger that can’t go away. I like your reasoning for it – it makes me at once understand your story, and look deeper into myself. I feel like all good poems do that. Thank you for this. I’m also glad to read that you’re writing down the good stuff to remember, too. Hang in there.
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So well-done, as always. I also found myself relating to that idea of an anger that can’t go away. I like your reasoning for it – it makes me at once understand your story, and look deeper into myself. I feel like all good poems do that. Thank you for this. I’m also glad to read that you’re writing down the good stuff to remember, too. Hang in there.
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