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Part Two: Anger

Every time i look at you
Blood boils inside my skin,
Heating me up, turning me red.
I laugh, mock, tease you.
Because i can't control my feelings.
And then you say
"Id something wrong? Did i do something?"
And my mind twists, scared and angry,
Because even if i told you the truth,
It would make no difference.






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