As he stayed awake, transfixed by the rotating blades of the fan....in his mind, the anger was seething. Blemished by his rage, his eyes were blurring out. The opaqueness born out of not seeing, a malice much deeper than blindness.
The color of rampage is green. On the other hand, fury is virgin red - always red, the shade and hues of my blood.
The color of rampage is green. On the other hand, fury is virgin red - always red, the shade and hues of my blood.
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