why some adults anger me
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Open your palms, dont clentch. Imagine youre sitting, waiting alone on a bench.
The leaves blow by, rolling past your tired feet, those that you use to chase dreams.
When something doesn't go our way,
Most people wouldn't generally think of a solution,
Or try to stay calm and assess the situation,
But since childhood,
We've always responded with some kind of tantrum,
