My Choicest Confusions.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Anger Mis-management
I need to crush it under,
Beat it, Break it, Bring it down.
I need to punch it so hard,
The world hears the sound.
Till it crumbles to a thousand pieces,
Into a bag of filth.
Till there’s no more of it left,
Nothing, zero, zilch.
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