one small girl

sweet as a eucalyptus, terrible as a tempest

getting angry

is an impossibility for me. a real, righteous anger that bores a hole to the soul.

i cannot consider it a saintly trait. there is a time when anger is a necessary element to move on. to get rid of sin. to exorcise the haunting devils. to change.

but i am incapable of getting to that kind of anger that purges. what i get is petty annoyance that fizzles in ten seconds. it doesn't help my plight at all.

let me get angry.

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