Anger management required.
Like brambles bleeding from my mouth, tearing flesh away, these words like thorns crawl from my mouth and ruin my whole day. These are the things that reside in me, they fester in my heart. And when the punget stench grows great, then from my mouth they part. No love for myself, so no love for another.
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