Anger

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I wrote this at school

ANGER is a blur between an evil blood red and a sorrow filled black that slowly fills you cabins waiting for you to lash out.

ANGER looks like a volcano that has been waiting hundreds of years to explode and is churning and bubbling ready to erupt like a star that has been alive for centuries.

ANGER sounds like a ticking bomb waiting for its time blow up like a lion waiting to catch its prey.

ANGER feels like burning hot coals as hot as the sun burning your once soft skin.

ANGER tastes like a ghost chilli taking over your mouth turning it to larva at the speed of lightning.

ANGER smells like a fire that has taken over a house leaving it bury to a crisp

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