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You know that feeling, that Thing?

That angerrr ooo that has gotten me into so much trouble.

I have produced copious amounts of feelings, emotions.

But that One is raw and fierce. I feel beckoned to scream.

To be smaller than me.

Debase.

Dehumanize every cell in me until I see red.

This is not something I am proud to see.

To live.

To give off into the world.

I see this and it makes me see the scales on my flesh.

The ones that apparently never left.

Despite days and hours of work...

Or did I really put in enough time?