Anger
How can we expect to understand her when we can't embrace her? We may think we know her but we aren't even close. Her eyes are fierce like a hungry beast with fur. She is no stranger but she tends to go unseen like thorns on a rose. Her words go unheard and her sorrow ignored. For that, they will be exposed. She is the cousin of deplore. Some say her words burn like fire some say they freeze like ice. Some even say she is a carnivore. Hungary for you to pay the price. When she lashes out people think she's crazy but you should know she cares more than any. She will pay back kindness twice.
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