recently, anger stomps around in the form of a 'tyrannical office despot'. i quiver in fear everytime she nears, and i swear, the Evil One--she-who-must-not-be-named--feels and feeds upon my terror. bitter words threaten to spill from my mouth like a taboo spell, but are sealed away by sensible will. how i await the day where tactful willpower morphs into reckless courage and give birth to the brusque words i long to speak.
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