It’s not that people don’t understand me, the truth is I don’t want to be understood. I don’t need your sympathies or reassurances. I want to be left alone. I want to soak up all the misery around me and absorb it into my skin. I want to hold on to that anger and fear with tight fisted knuckles as I beat the world senseless. Nothing is more pure than raw emotion. This anger feeds the fire that burns my insides. There isn’t a single atom of oxygen left in my lungs. It’s all gone. Empty. Blank. This fire rages and billows loudly until it consumes my entire body. And like everything else, I go up in flames.


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