Dear Anger,

You lured me in with your cunning —seduced

You felt so good running through my veins —addicting

The vibration in my body overtakes me —blinded

You gave me something I never had —power

Nothing matters when you’re with me —deception

As your presence leaves my body, I fall —guilt

You leave a bitter taste in my mouth —regret

Want to dance again? —repeat

— Oriana Allen

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