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that darkness spreads a shade over the eyes,
turning the brightest day into the darkest skies,
relaxed hands turn to curled straining grips,
stretching skin tightens until it rips,
forehead lines gather dirt between the skin,
as a deep dwelling hate burns anger within,
teeth press together with welling moisture to spit,
pushing the flows of wills being ready to quit,
this being the moment when the pain is swallowed,
as it is pushed away and never that way is followed.