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I feel abandoned, I feel Destroyed, I feel angry. I don’t want to turn into this person that I feel like I’m becoming. Before I wanted to be Angry. I wanted something to drive me so people couldn't walk all over me. Now I realize that being Angry will only turn me into someone that I don’t want to be. This Feeling, it takes over you. It makes you feel as if your blood is boiling, your mind races, and nothing can stand in your way. I haven’t felt anything but hurt in so long. I wasn’t even sure that I could feel anything else anymore. The anger came up as a complete surprise. Hurting people out of anger won’t do anything accept continue the cycle. Just because somebody hurt me doesn't give me the right to hurt somebody else. “Don’t Hate the Player, Hate the Game”
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