

This feelingI want it so bad that I can almost taste it, most defiantly smell it. I feel it coursing through my veins, its just flowing like water. I can see the rage just build up through the months, like a virus. I feel that its going, it can almost feel the sweet release of this. God it just feels so good, I need it more then ever now. Its a blind thing that once its here it is hard to liberate. However I myself know I can never act upon this feeling. For it would be a down fall to never forget, for all involved. Ive never been that good at expressing this one, more less acting onThis feeling


My StormThe pain has sweep over me in it fury anger. The depression has stay over my head like black clouds. The tears that flowed just like the rain, and havent let up. The emotion raging out of control through this storm of mine. The hurt never leaving and here to remind me of what is to come. Frustration coming and going when it pleases, staying for days at a time. Trust that has left me, found shelter else where. Is this storm of mine over now, can I breath a little bit easier?My Storm
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