I feel venom in my veins. It increases as each minutes dies. More than irritated, more than angry, more than frustrated. I imagine that this is how Mr. Hyde's skin crawls just before Dr. Jekyll splits it open and rushes out, howling off his chaos.
My situation is not dire. My life is pleasant to most...preferable even to their own i suppose.
I cant help this trembling just below the surface that threatens to overrun me. Its times like theses that when i look in the mirror and i swear i can see myself screaming...((sigh))...its no wonder vanity and i aren't better acquainted. Who wants to see that?
Shiver though i may with fearsome aggression, i stay collected...calm...even tempered, but I dare you to say the wrong thing to me today.
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