I was born to rage, in rage, and enraged. My calm is not calm. It is the silent perpetual flow of lava under a surface hardened by years of bullshit that predate me stamped by the heavy feet of machines and systems that never saw me as a person tended by people who think because they LET me do or be anything I am supposed to just be okay but in the same breath claim to believe in a shared God who is also the reason this ish flows and dont explode. Not angry enough, please. Be glad I’m not.

D. Ondria

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