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I am torn open,
a by-product of my own tantrum
trapped in clouds of my temper.

I fight with myself,
head raging against heart
in a battle no one wins.

The storm cried itself out
& I am left exhausted,
tired of my head, my heart,
my sadness.

I curl into a knot
find a hot water bottle,
& escape with a book.

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