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AngerI am listening to myself being outraged.
I am Reading what is making me steamed.
I am watching myself being furious.
People are playing with my homicidal emotions.
I am trying to eat my hostility,
And to drink my bitterness,
But it's not working...
Someday I will laugh about it.
I will Laugh about why I even try to become more than friends with you.
They told me to leave you alone,
They told me forget about you,
But I never did.
I pushed myself too hard.
Too hard to make you love me.
It's too late, too late.
To even get you back
Now we aren't talking anymore,
We aren't laughing together,
I'm not joyful.
I stare at your picture every day.
Thinking of a way I can take back those words I said to you.
This is not normal for a human body to feel.
Am I in love with you?
Or do I have desire feelings for you?
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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