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An anger burns around the pages. A flame dancing around paper. It's dangerous. It's lethal. It'll **** me if I let it. And yet, I don't want to fight the temper anymore.
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Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 12:11 PM UTC
Temper.
An anger burns around the pages. A flame dancing around paper. It's dangerous. It's lethal. It'll **** me if I let it. And yet, I don't want to fight the temper anymore.
brittany-e-grant
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Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 12:11 PM UTC
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