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Rage

Rage rips through me
like a boiling fury
triggered by injustice
or just mere stupidity

It is hard to control
it has a life of its own
I become a raging beast
when caught in its grip

A ready smile turned
into a vicious snarl
a kind word clipped
to a furious curse

Do not cross me or
even look my way
when I am angry
I am a demon waiting to pounce.
Written by sarahcate
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