...I am so angry that fumes can be seen from this body of mine.
My pulse running through my body, making me jittery.
My hands are trembeling from all the hate that I have for you.
Consuming my thoughts, for that you cannot be here anymore.
Leave.
Begone.
Vanish.
We don't need you, these thoughts are enough.
Tears are welting in my eyes at the moment.
For the fact that you are winning.
You are making this anger control me.
I admit, you won the battle,
But you will never win the war.
I hate the fact that you control,
The fact that you manipulate,
But I am the puppeteer here.
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