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Anger

Anger reaches out it its meaty fingers, taking grip of me, clouding over all rationality. White hot fury begins to melt my resolve, my willpower to remain here in time; forever fragile and weak. My mind tries to free itself but this rage is too strong. It’s like I’m stuck in a Tsunami and I cannot swim. I close my eyes, and let go. I give into the anger boiling beneath the surface and allow it to consume me. I am no longer




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