Eruption
The thoughts flow through my mind, much like lava, burning and glowing with obliterating power. I am ready to erupt, soon, spewing out everything that has been building up, boiling inside with a fiery temptation. But when my body trembles and my soul aches I know I will not cause death and destruction. Instead I find relief of this pressure with written words etched in paper.
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