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Primal Power is Nothing to Mess With
There is this rabid dog inside of me that aggressively barks while foaming at the mouth with it's eyes wide open. Anger I can't control takes over my place scaring everyone around me.
When it leaves me, my whole body aches. The back of my neck feels like it has been smacked by a wooden stick. I try to breathe in and out slowly to defuse the after shock Anger has left in its wake.
In the end, sleep puts things back to where they belong. But, for how long? How long until it can not be reversed? Until one of my blood vessels burst? Until blood gushes everywhere inside my head cramming my brain cells? Maybe then I would know I should have chosen Zen. But it would be too late to change the outcome.
Published 22nd Mar 2021
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