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Weeks pass and it hits me harder, my anger gets stronger. The urge to do damage overwhelms me.
I hold it until I break
Till I cry on the floor like a child
Kicking my leg and jerking my body, fighting with the feeling of death.
While it smiles in my face
And laughs.

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