Plastic and Rage

I am a plastic shell filled with rage. You look at me and the rage is hidden, buried deep down underneath my plastic exterior. My plastic shell looks calm, collected, even happy perhaps. Little do you know the war of rage that is taking place beneath this hardened plastic surface.

Plastic and rage. Did you know that’s all I’m made of?


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  1. Bourbon

    No. I didn’t know you were only made of rage. I’ve seen far more complexities within you than rage. But I appreciate where you are coming from. I know you are feeling like royal sh*t today. Thinking of you x

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