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Mar 2020
Anger wells inside me like a brewing storm.
But I am not a violent person so I don't know what to do.
The agitation makes me want to break things, but it'll be me who has to clean it up so I refrain.
So I don't let it loose and now it is concentrated and pulsing through my body.
I want to scream.
But I sit, boiling over in silence.
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Zoe Rain  21
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