Anger is a beast, it just keeps growing and growing till you feel as if you are about to burst, slowly creeping and clawing to the surface until you burst with rage. Hurting you and the person who enraged you.
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My Secret Tears
Поэзияits just a bunch of poems i wrote in high school, which i may add to over time
Anger
Anger is a beast, it just keeps growing and growing till you feel as if you are about to burst, slowly creeping and clawing to the surface until you burst with rage. Hurting you and the person who enraged you.