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angry


I use to let my anger consume me, Why lie i kinda still do. I don't know how to let it be, I haven't mastered the art of letting go. I feel like my life was filled with more lows. I didn't understand how i deserved all them blows. I would get so mad and lash out. I would try and explain where it was coming from but i was always belittled as if i was as small as a rat. I was helpless and couldn't keep my life in tact. I realized i was so angry because i was allowing someone else to live my life for me. I woke up, struct back and became me. I still get angry, but im working on it. Im growing more wiser.
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