Bruises.
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Mon, May 30, 2016
When something goes wrong, I always resort to anger. I'm angry my mother died, I'm angry people can hurt me yet live with no cares in the world. I'm angry the bus hit a bump,and I'm angry my head banged against the window. I'm angry that I'm angry. But I would never take my anger out on a lover in the form of a fist. Or so I thought.
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