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Rage. Red as blood spilling from a lacerated carcass. It happens when the anger is too much to control. It sounds like bones—shattering under the force of my hands. It feels like fire, surrounding me, burning me. It is violence, overwhelming hatred. Rage.
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Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
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Rage. Red as blood spilling from a lacerated carcass. It happens when the anger is too much to control. It sounds like bones—shattering under the force of my hands. It feels like fire, surrounding me, burning me. It is violence, overwhelming hatred. Rage.
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Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
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