My green-eyed fury is a viper.

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My green-eyed fury is a viper.

With this smile of bitterness, I rather give myself away.

This is monstrous, he doesn't show his pain. He is still alive, somehow. Surely, he is not quite right.

I'm afraid of her. Here is a dangerous creature whose hunger of love is strong.

Uttering a few unintelligible words I don't yet possess the language to articulate the emotion, the loss, the anger.

A woman alone, who'll protect her? She'll be too exposed, too peculiar, too public.

The pain accompanied by rage - a woman humiliated.

These mood swings? I'm a paranoid creature.

It is the beginning of the end.

I've been thinking, I have a chance to emerge from a world of hate.
