I hate the sadness. I know it's the gateway to nothingness. But after the sadness comes the anger, the real anger. I feel fury, I feel hate, I feel wrath. It's comforting. It's not petty, it's not insecure, it's not shy, it's pure unquestionable rage, which logically is not to be trusted, but I love it when it does strike. I love the need to strike
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