Rage makes me roar my loudest.
All around me demeaning chuckles.
So I walk off into the forest.
Then I return with ****** knuckles.
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 8:42 PM UTC
Rage makes me roar my loudest.
All around me demeaning chuckles.
So I walk off into the forest.
Then I return with ****** knuckles.
Do you ever feel like you might just **** someone with all the anger inside of you?
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