i felt a cold water running down my spine.
i felt my body freezing.
i felt a bitter taste in my tongue.
i felt a pang of ache in my chest.
and before my body recognize it was pain, i quickly dispose it.
and that was when i let anger control me.
- that's why im always angry
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a writer's tear can write a book
Poetry". . . but if being sad is the only way to make myself write then i would gladly volunteer to be obliterated." genre: poetry // english
