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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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Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 12:30 AM UTC
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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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Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 12:30 AM UTC
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