Some call me anger, others call me hate, but in this life, from me you cannot escape. I will control you, you're just along for the ride, I will make you feel as though I am on your side. When you least expect me that is when I will be back, coming right in to deal you your final attack. When I am finished you will realize your doom, then you will be locked up in a white padded room. Creating a scene and making a racket, you will be strapped into your personal straight jacket.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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