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The Volcano

He is a disturbed mountain, he boils in his sleep The pressure from the outside, makes a pressure cooker on the inside He will blow one day, the release will bring some sort of peace

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 10/7/2009 3:44:00 AM
But hurt everyone around. This is so true of so many people. Sometimes it is not even their anger but it goes on back for generations being passed on from father to son. I like the way that you expressed the idea here. Keep writing. Sara
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