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Anger washes over me like a title wave
and I am still
the water pushes against my skin
but I will not budge
The salt stings my eyes
and bashes my cheeks
yet I am as a statue
A surreal silence as
the keys on my laptop click in tune
to the rhythm of the words
on my tongue 
Anger is an ocean
the best way not to drown
is to take it all in

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