Angerness (Shakespearean Sonnet)

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Her eyes stare into me when I do something

Fire is all I see in her eyes everyday

Her voice just sounds so disgusting

Each day I pray she goes away


The rose thorns are always in me

I wish the thorns were in her head

With her around I will never be glee

Sometimes I wish we were both dead


I hate hearing her speak in that tone

Her words always haunt me in my heart

Sometime she just wants to skin me to the bone

Soon my heart will have a dart


As the new year comes I will not become more happy

But I will become more snappy

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