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Anger

The wrenching and tugging in my chest
The anger rips at my core
Surrounded by annoyance and noise
Agitation drips from every pore
 
The slightest thing I bend I snap
My demon side revealed
As the anger courses through my veins
No calming voice appeals
 
The outburst leaves me hindered
Which is usual in this event
I never seem to have the time
To choose how I should vent!
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