refer to title.

My heart is on fire-

with rage.

It burns.

I bet you taste the  sarcasm in the air.

I just want to....hit something.

Preferably you.

I feel like ripping my hair out...

throwing a tantrum,

I feel so......evil.

This anger is boiling inside me.

I want it out.

But, then again, it makes me feel good.

So powerful, so ....filled with emotion.

That's it, I'm addicted.

The End

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