Anger

I almost cursed the ground I walked on.
'It’s not your fault you are so darn bumpy!'
I almost cried myself to death. I hoped I did.
I nearly prayed, that at least I may die this bitter death.
I almost fell. I almost gave up.
Almost hated myself and you, and pain, and every breath I take.
I almost forgot what it was to hope. Almost gave into the dark, starless night.
I thought I had, lost myself and all I was yet to know about me.
I hate you! Let me live!!!!

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