>>42805 (OP)If I can't be mad ever, then you force me to shove it inside me, and then it rots me from the inside out. And then that rot spreads, ruthlessly. I choose instead to complain, to the people that are like me, who might be something like my friends or tribe, so that these thoughts and feelings do not sit inside, and rot me away. I choose to give them to my brothers, so we all can accept them, and then move on from them.
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