The Echo in the Chambers

The night air hung thick with unspoken frustrations. My chest, a restless ocean, surged between waves of fear and a hot, misplaced anger. It was a familiar dance, the one where my emotions, like unruly children, wrestled for control. Tonight, the fear whispered of uncertainties, of paths not taken, and echoes of past stumbles. And then, like a sudden squall, the anger would erupt, lashing out at the nearest target – often, myself.

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