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His fingers grew tighter,
His anger grew deeper.
His mother called him a liar.
his girlfriend called him weak
His father called him careless.
More and more the boiling in his blood rose, and more and more he fought it back.
He was getting tired of fighting.
Why can't people say something nice, or nothing at all.
Still he would cope, still he would deal though.
He would unclench his fist, and loosen his jaw.
He would loathe himself the day he could not fight down his anger.
I still don't know.
His anger grew deeper.
His mother called him a liar.
his girlfriend called him weak
His father called him careless.
More and more the boiling in his blood rose, and more and more he fought it back.
He was getting tired of fighting.
Why can't people say something nice, or nothing at all.
Still he would cope, still he would deal though.
He would unclench his fist, and loosen his jaw.
He would loathe himself the day he could not fight down his anger.
I still don't know.