FEELINGS – a ballad

FEELINGS – a ballad

FEELINGS – a ballad   His blood boiled at an unusual pace, His brows upturned on his face, He clenched his fists till his knuckles turned white, He wanted to cry, but knew it wasn’t right.   He shunned mankind and withdrew to his shell, He wanted revenge, but nothing rung a bell. He wanted them to feel the things he felt, To cackle loudly, when in front of him they knelt.   He paced

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