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Anger Management

Ten, nine..
Inside I feel a silent roar that's builds up more and more..
In my heart I contain this urge that is trying to emerge..
I feel it swell up in me, inside of me, I try to scream it away silently..
You keep talking and talking and I just want you to shut up..

Eight, seven..
Slowly it begins to shiver and shake, these hands that begin to ache..
Sweat and blood from these fist clenced so hard they are hard to be missed..

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