Feeling cheated
Rage, frustration
A flame so violent that it could burn the object it is directed at and not even leave ashes
An anger so deeply rooted that no amount of unleashing could ever quench it
If you express it, it grows
If you hide it, it burns hotter
If you blame, you inevitably redirect it to yourself
And if you ignore it, then all pity and comfort will shudder from the thought of meeting it
You dwell on the unfairness of it all
And simply suffer helplessly
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