I use the rage
to fuel my fire
I think about
my past desire
despite my love
gone lost
it pains me
with such cost
I fuel my fire
with images of us
I remember
all the pain and mistrust
Despite my pretentious past
the dumb bells in my hands, I grasp.
I workout
to my own tune
I'll leave you behind
like apple left zune.
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