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Anger

It's an adrenaline rush

 

and a feeling that is true

 

I don't like to get angry

 

because I don't know what I'll do

 

I have no objection

 

to punching a brick wall

 

or hurt someone

 

so the police they will call

 

I will cut myself

 

with a cold steel blade

 

My anger is violent

 

and it will not fade

 

Pain will not slow me

 

it just makes me worse

 

And the one who made me angry

 

through there ****** mouth will curse

 

I've even been tempted

 

to **** someone

 

It becomes a joke to me

 

and it starts to be fun

 

I know this is bad

 

and it must be controlled

 

But when I become angry

 

I can be very bold

 

And now I hope

 

you all understand why

 

I try not to get mad

 

because if I do, I know I will die

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