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Emotion: Anger

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I feel the anger pulsing through my veins.
My fingers curl into a lethal fist, the perfect killing tool.
My face distorts into a mask of black fury.
I laugh at the way they tremble in my cold, biting gaze.
I scorn their weakness and cut them down for it.
My fate has been decided by the way I use the anger I always have burning in me.
I know I'm angry.
I accept it.
And then I use that anger.





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