Anger

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Anger…

Anger has possessed me.

Oh how I just want to break things

And rip stuff apart!

But I’m scared.

Scared of what I’ll do…

I’ll probably end up crying,

Cutting,

Bleed as I sleep the retched night.

I’m not okay.

Someone please wrap me up in a straight jacket

So I don’t go insane!

Or end up dead…

(K.J.F) 

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