Anger, rage, fury; you are known by different names but you're still the same fire to whom I write.
You are the flames that devour everything, your hunger never truly satisfied. You blind us with your red, pulling us into the darkness. You push our actions to become harsh, inconsiderate, reckless and rushed; all logic thrown out the window, caution to the winds. When you pump through our veins like hot lava we hurt not only our foes but also our loved ones.
Yet I must confess, you are the armor I wear when I am attacked, when I fall down. Your cover is what protects my sorrow and weakness. You are the strength that drives me to fight back; the ice that freezes my heart; the fire that burns my spirit to live.
You are the very being without whom surviving in this selfish world seems nearly impossible.
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