When I say irritated, I mean it prickles my skin.
When I say sore, I mean it stays red and puffy.
When I say annoyed, I mean it furrows my brow.
When I say displeased, I mean my mind is tangled.
When I say provoked, I mean I long to strike out.
When I say I’m angered, I mean it fires my heart.
When I say enraged, I mean it curdles my soul.
Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 3:41 PM UTC
When I say irritated, I mean it prickles my skin.
When I say sore, I mean it stays red and puffy.
When I say annoyed, I mean it furrows my brow.
When I say displeased, I mean my mind is tangled.
When I say provoked, I mean I long to strike out.
When I say I’m angered, I mean it fires my heart.
When I say enraged, I mean it curdles my soul.
Thinking, expanding, feelings
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