The boiling hasn't turned to simmering.... It feels permanent Not Subsiding one Little Tiny BIT I can't stop it Perpetually pumping through my body. It gathers at my finger tips And swirls inside my head. The more I write The less relief I get. This torment and pain- Trying to find some release I shake, screaming in misery On the inside Anyway All I want Is to get it out So I repress Let it set... Just hold it in Keeping it cased... My perpetual anger.. That is.Birth sign: Gemini
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