What will you do with your anger? Will you continue to hold it inside? It is there, it sits. It consumes you, eating away at all that you know, questioning your motives, and where you call home. I feel it. You, in the moment, a broken shell. I see your aches and pains, and it hurts like hell. You live with it. How sad. 03/01/2018 j.g.l.
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