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  • Anger washes over me
    like a flood;
    soul destroying
    heart clenching
    fists tightening,
    I don’t want it but it is here.

    I have to write these
    Angry words down
    before they escape my lips
    and, hurt, my friend would
    remember them,
    forever, if I speak the
    foul words,
    swear words.

    Then tears start
    spouting from my eyes
    falling into a lake
    that I am drowning in.

    If I contain my anger
    my body will be damaged
    I have to say it.
    So I scream as loud as I can
    in my empty house
    my whole body tense
    then relief at last.

    I have expressed the worse feelings,
    I can relax a bit more;
    in fact I am exhausted.
    I pour myself a glass of wine
    and drop into my armchair
    hoping that I will know peace again.
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