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The anger I hold inside is a block of cement. I wish it were just a gentle, sweet, and ever-evolving recipe. I'd like to empty myself, but how could I? I hate anger, but without it, who would I be? Learning to live means this too.
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Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 4:00 PM UTC
Anger
The anger I hold inside is a block of cement. I wish it were just a gentle, sweet, and ever-evolving recipe. I'd like to empty myself, but how could I? I hate anger, but without it, who would I be? Learning to live means this too.
Rory111
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19/F/Italy
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 4:00 PM UTC
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