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My Anger

My anger,
It boils up inside of me.
People ask what’s wrong.
Can’t they tell I’m angry?
They can tell I’m being strong.

My Anger,
I can’t be controlled,
Instead of freaking out,
I go for a stroll.

My Anger,
People may call me a freak,
Because of my anger streak.
My anger’s like a bomb,
Ready to explode.
My mom saves me from an overload!

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