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beads of sweat roll down her face she wipes her forehead with the back of her hand the heat makes her heart flutter not with delight but with apprehension with fear more importantly hostility the anger she possesses within herself stays contained for so long but is known to erupt fury and vengeance spite and wrath directed at those who have caused these feelings endured by those unfortunate bystanders in her path the remorse of hurting those innocent beings which played no part in the dismay in the desecration of her soul the lack of regret engulfs her as she remembers that she too was just an inculpable bystander but was soiled by the ignorance of others and now she drips every pore in her body her tears hot with turbulence even her saliva tastes ferocious alas she dries the violence she once again suppresses the animosity this however wont be the last time provokation is inevitable
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Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 12:57 AM UTC
uproar
beads of sweat roll down her face she wipes her forehead with the back of her hand the heat makes her heart flutter not with delight but with apprehension with fear more importantly hostility the anger she possesses within herself stays contained for so long but is known to erupt fury and vengeance spite and wrath directed at those who have caused these feelings endured by those unfortunate bystanders in her path the remorse of hurting those innocent beings which played no part in the dismay in the desecration of her soul the lack of regret engulfs her as she remembers that she too was just an inculpable bystander but was soiled by the ignorance of others and now she drips every pore in her body her tears hot with turbulence even her saliva tastes ferocious alas she dries the violence she once again suppresses the animosity this however wont be the last time provokation is inevitable
rage
jane-tricky
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Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 12:57 AM UTC
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