When im inspired, i feel angry. I need to be angered to get that fire and passion and dedication out of me, to create miracle. When inspired, Im in a constant state of anger.
I look for conflict. I flinch at utopian happiness.
Im a rebel at heart. Like a soldier always readying for conflict. Her muscles tense with the smell of war.
I look for conflict. I flinch at utopian happiness.
Im a rebel at heart. Like a soldier always readying for conflict. Her muscles tense with the smell of war.
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