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Anger

Sometimes our anger grew so high. At a temperature where tea can boil and peanuts can fry. Anger is just like a cyclone in sea. Which makes us unable to see. In the waves of cyclone we drowned ourself. In a single blow certain glaciers can melt. Anger always came to destroy. It sometimes even make us cry. However anger is natural trait. In anger sometimes we don't want to talk. Nothing seems visible as we become dark. If something is going against our wish. To invite our anger we never miss. Anger don't hurt others it hurt us more. Because others will ignore but our anger trapped in our core. Don't invite anger always and everywhere. Make your life synonym of compassion and care.

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