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Sep 2014
I start sensitive conversations with
passionate people so that they can
I can have a reason to release my
anger. They forget that I am well
studied on only topics that I've
interest in and they use emotion
to try to suade me. I am horrible
and stiill. I smile as they begin
to get worked up. I think I need help.
This is not a poem. This is me admitting my that I look for fights when I am not happy. I am not happy.
Marie-Niege
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   brooke and r
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