She cut her wrists, the pain went away.... All the yelling, the screaming , the hitting, it was all to much for her....... She was sooo angry all she could think about was killing herself resolving the pain.............. She ran outside the house at night and ran into an open field and screamed her lungs out......... That was soothing, but she was still angry. She decided to watch her favourite movie series police academy. That worked but she was still a little angry. She listened to music for a while and eventually fell asleep she woke up laying on soft clouds she looked up and smiled she wasn't angry anymore she was extremely happy she was never angry again the end.
"Anger is like a thorn in the heart" Yiddish Proverb.
~EternalDarkness❦
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