*THIS IS MY OWN PHOTO*
I like it. I like the way I feel when i'm angry. It almost feels like there’s
this burning red fire inside of me and, like a dragon, i’ll burn those who
are too close to me. When i'm angry I feel powerful. I'm at peace when i'm
angry. It's as though i'm free. Free from the pain, the disappointment,
from all the self doubt, free from everything. I enjoy the rage that build
up inside of me, the rage that eats me up daily, because I know the more I
can build it up the louder I can scream.
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Is there something wrong with me? Is there a part of me that is broken? So broken that I have to hang on to the anger just to feel at peace?
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