The City That Never Sleeps
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posted : July 4, 2007
Anger. The amount of anger that swells within you that even the words fuck loses its power. Then you which another word to just release your anger was invented. That’s how fuming mad I am. To bother helping people, do them a favour and this is what I get. That is just how madly angry I am. Don’t tell me to be human and cool and all the crap that anger management books philosophize about. I can’t be fuming mad a minute and think peace, calm and cool down the next ok. I get mad when things go haywire ok cause its my life. And I want it that way to be. I don’t believe in the crap that god wants it that way all the shit. I don’t believe it anyone even God to be frank. I believe in you, myself and love. That’s all. The rest to me doesn’t matter. Get me. I’m like that since god knows when. I can’t change. Now I wonder who can cool me down. I’m so mad that I can cry, for God made humans realise anger. I wonder why. And the feeling of sadness. Sorrow. Like as if the whole world collapsed on you. As if you were stuck in between the rubbles of the World Trade Centre crash on Sept 11. Neither here nor there. Not much life, energy within you. But neither are you dead. Just trying to hang in there. But at the same time your eyes could close forever and you will just be taken away from this world. When the people you have don’t trust you or don’t care two hoots about your presence or just backstab you. |
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