I felt great.
In fact I still feel great.
To express my anger in writing is better than I expected.
I had no idea.
I feel so relaxed, so calm, so in peace with myself... Almost.
But I have to admit I'm mortified.
But it feels great and I guess I can say I'm pretty proud of myself for my reckless act of courage.
Courage that I never knew I had in me.
But apparently my rage spoke louder than my head.
All I know is that I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted to do something to calm me down so I just started writing. Guess I wrote too much.
I felt inspired. But it was an inspiration that came from my subconscious' impulse.
After my friends told me what they thought about it I panicked even more.
But it's done, there's no going back. I can't un-write it.
I really am going insane but it's for the best. For the sake of our friendship it had to be done.Love from Mars.
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Love from Mars Vol.1
Poetrypoetry for the lonely, the deppressed, the anxious, the angry, for the broken hearted.