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My anger

Even though you see the tears running down my face it truly because you don't see the fire burning in them. it an anger that makes me want to punch you till your bleeding. its an anger that makes my pulse race. my hand close into a fist my heart goes cold and my eyes focused just on you. they say if looks could kill, then you'd be dead. i cant explain it truly. its just a force that makes me want to see you suffer as much as i do when your hand swings ans your words fly out. cant you see i have enough to handle? to crush and rip things apart is all i wanna do. I'm a flame that quickly ignites and when it does it wont come down easily. now do you see the flame rolling down my cheeks? it called my anger



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