Heat of anger,

breaking into a rage.

The sharp familiar taste,

of reality slapping me in the face.

Blind and stumbling,

I struggle to my feet.

Marching on,

till the light of day envelopes me.

Warmth remains within.

No longer all consuming.

The cool reminder of reality,

staining my skin.

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