Anger

by *~Criztal~*   Aug 19, 2004


Anger is the source of all problems,
Or at least mine.
Anger and frustration drive us all to do uncontrollable deeds once in our lives.
A small talk won't work.
A bit of love and care is no cure.
It still makes us want to cause pain.
Pain to ourselves amd everyone around us.
It still makes us long for the one.
The one small slit that will plunge our life into total darkness.
The darkness of hell and death.

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