Jaded minds speak in angered tones of things we can't control
Confusion besets the mind inebriates the soul
Moments of vexed passion leads to venomous words carried with the wind
The damage is done; no rewind, no pause, no undo; fences to mend, vacancies to fill
Good sense absconded with logic, illogical confounds reason
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