Just because
I didn’t lose it at first
Doesn’t mean
I’m not mad
In fact, it’s worse
I am more than mad
And I haven’t let it go
Don’t try to give an apology
Don’t try to give an excuse
Don’t try to give an explanation
Sh!
It won’t do you any good
You can’t go back from your actions now
And you will face the consequences
You should have known that when you first crossed me
I’m seething
At the boiling point
The clock is ticking
Going to explode
You are going to feel this wrath
Just you wait
You don’t know it yet
But you will regret what you have done.
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Author:
NinjaGirl (
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Comments1
I take this wrath and channel it into a plate, one from the kitchen, and bring it somewhere where I can just smash it. Put all your strength and wrath into it. With one giant swing, smash it to the ground into a million pieces.
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