shook;

sometimes my repressed anger bubbles up my throat threatening to come out; i feel the need to dial your number and scream your name till my voice is hoarse and crackled; yelling infidelities that you have caused me till i’m blue in the face till it’s pale and laying on the floor; there are nothing but storms in the horizon and i am but a small infeasible being under your might.

 

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