five - the burning rage

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I couldn't stop crying. For hours on end I was so distraught.

I had lost him to Anti. The bastard. The fucking bastard.

I clenched my fists. The tears stopped dripping down my face. 

A burning fire dwelled within me.

And the fire wanted Anti gone.

For Dan, I will do it.

For my friends, I will do it.

And for myself, I will do it.

Even if it means I give up my life for it.

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