Can't sleep, because my rage consumes me. What I wouldn't give to be able to get away with murder. My veins race with liquid hatred, producing an inexorable tide of vengeful malice inside me. I can't sleep because my fingers itch for his throat, my fists for his face. If ever an urge to cause pain and suffering has been this palpable, I have never
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