Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction
My Anger.
The sound of your voice.The sight of your figure.
All I can feel is this cold fit of anger.
You wonder why I hate you.
You wonder why I cry.
The anger in me will never die.
Someday I will be gone.
And you will finally see.
My anger.
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