The underlying tension, running like silent waters, eventually puts a strain on all of us. Just when you least expect it you are pulled into the current, and as tempers flare in the heat of anger, you fight to be back on an even keel.
In the end, with our heads above water again, where we directed our anger was nothing more than a camouflage, a distraction, a defense mechanism of our true feelings. They way we were is our only desire.
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