He
I tried but I just couldn't shout
so I had to find another way to let it out.
Got hurt so many times I lost count
that's why every time I flip a page
I have this new found rage
that can't wait to be out of it's cage.
It's putting spears through me call him Edge,
well,he is less of an Edge and more of a Beast
cause he is relentless to say the least
always pushing me to the edge
hence I still match to his beat
since he is greater than me.
He lies within where only I can see,
at times I might try to deny it
but the fact is He...He is in control.
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