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I was a tree sapling
seeking nourishment.

But I was cut off
from developing.

My roots were rotten
and they stunted my growth.

They chiseled away at me
until my identity was gone.

I was sanded down until
a thin layer of rage remained.

I became a stump,
prone to immature moods.

Was it surprising that
I would snap like a twig?

So fragile, worn down
through the years.

My DNA tinged with rancor,
prone to temper tantrums.

One day this tree will
catch fire and be consumed.