Oh yeah…I developed a temper…it just grew on me…I would snap and smash things…red mist



When anger leashes her whip flies

Blind with passion -fiery eyes

She holds intention to every fault 

Listens to neither right nor wrong 

When anger chastens

Scars will show

Burns will linger 

Hearts grow cold

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I have nothing to say…(1998 ‘me’…)

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