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Aug 2017
I'm angry,
Just trowing it out there.
Not at you,
Not at her,
or him or the world or the universe or even myself.

I'm just... angry,
Always,

Have you ever been angry?
Like, so angry, that everyone turns into that one guy.
You know who I mean,
That one guy, who has always been able to get under your skin.
****** you off, makes you want to rip their head off, trow them out of a tree, into a ravine under a car while crashing an airplane onto them.

Yeah, you know who I mean.
Imagine that, that guy is never to be seen, but you always just feel, just know, that he is there.

Well,
I'm angry,
Always,
Because of the guy, who isn't there,

Always.
Written by
Haasje  20/M/The netherlands
(20/M/The netherlands)   
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