Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Growing Loathing.


Chained up inside my anger swells wanting to break free. Screaming as tears angrily run their course down my face. My eyes burn with absolute loathing I don't want to hate him, I just do. The beast inside me growls. As the glass in my hand shatters, blood starts streaming through my fingers. I grow numb and don't even notice, blinded by hate and fear. Tears mixing with blood as I bring my hand to my face in shame.

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