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"What do I do with all this pain and rage?"
I asked a gaping black hole.
"Give it to them. They will take it.
They will love it and exalt it as their own.
They will call you an honest poet of the times."
"But I don't know I want that.
I just want it to stop hurting."
"It might. Just count your blessings
And soldier on."

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