anger
By danica mcdonald
anger fills me like an overused
drug,
white hot and smoldering,
what the hell?
what does
it matter to you?
why do you care?
i need a blade, sharp, cold
metal,
to let the hot, burrning liquid out...
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Copyright 2012 danica mcdonald
Published on Saturday, February 18, 2012.
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