Rage

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My teeth clench, eyebrows knot, palms ball into fists showing white knuckles.

Something tightens within me, demanding release.
And I surrender.

I argue, curse and duel with the object of my wrath within the safety of my mind.

And I always win.

And that calms me down.
And I can’t help but thank the universe for giving us imagination.

The world would have been a much more violent place without it.

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