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5d
The anger was speaking to me,
I didn't understand why.
On my head, it was too high,
Without a reason making me cry.

It was something I had never known.
Destroyable powers, it hold.
I don't want it to mold–
Me or the world and turn all cold.

Eyes red because of the rage
I hate it so much
'Cause why is it there when I was numb?
It's not even like I hold a grudge.

It's hard to stay quiet
When my brain is the one who screams
Because my rage, sadness and other emotions
Had been all the time a single team.
Just written by someone who cries when angry...
Written by
Sharanya  15/F
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