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my rage was inherited as much as it was taught wrapped around my ribcage like ivy on stone i feel it weighing me down like lead in my bones i tried to push it down but i was minutes from bursting ive become a volcano from a bloodline im cursing i hate angry men i think its projection all the men who ever hit me taught me about deflection now they live in my head the devil on my shoulder I try to bite my tongue but I’m holding down boulders I have to protect the girl inside of me from her own worst enemies and I don’t have the privilege to drown it out with ketamine   so my rage is inherited it’s everything I hate I told the townspeople to run but I think it’s too late
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Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 1:00 PM UTC
my fathers fury, my mothers words
my rage was inherited as much as it was taught wrapped around my ribcage like ivy on stone i feel it weighing me down like lead in my bones i tried to push it down but i was minutes from bursting ive become a volcano from a bloodline im cursing i hate angry men i think its projection all the men who ever hit me taught me about deflection now they live in my head the devil on my shoulder I try to bite my tongue but I’m holding down boulders I have to protect the girl inside of me from her own worst enemies and I don’t have the privilege to drown it out with ketamine   so my rage is inherited it’s everything I hate I told the townspeople to run but I think it’s too late
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23/F/Connecticut
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 1:00 PM UTC
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