I must swallow my fear, but I’m afraid the pill is to big.

His anger causes my heart to race; my thoughts splinter into _what ifs_ and _what to dos. _

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My eyes threatened to fill with weak tears, swelling and releasing the scares.

How can I keep my anxiety hidden from his red view?

His haunting anger hits every bone, breaking every piece of hopeful tranquility.

**_But imagine how he feels_**, my heart tells me. **_He has a reason for his anger. _**

I know. I know.

And so I feel guilt settling in my stomach like sour milk, making the urge to throw up ever so appealing.

I wish for this all to go away.

How did life go so far astray?