why some adults anger me

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Open your palms, dont clentch. Imagine youre sitting, waiting alone on a bench. The leaves blow by, rolling past your tired feet, those that you use to chase dreams.
When something doesn't go our way, Most people wouldn't generally think of a solution, Or try to stay calm and assess the situation, But since childhood, We've always responded with some kind of tantrum,
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