𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞.
Feminine rage is a dangerous thing. It kills.
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He was beating my mama like crazy and I When I saw him hitting her repeatedly, I wanted to break his skull in. You could hear how harsh I was breathing in and out, my anger arsing. How can a person hurt someone so easily? And at that moment, I knew the answer: Motive.
I only knew then because I was about to kill someone myself and it felt so free. Stopping the loud screams and cries I had heard so many nights with just a simple plunge of a knife in to his stomach. Silence had finally came.
