My blood is boiling inside,
I'm going to erupt real soon,
The hot steam finding a way out.
I felt my hand lifting up,
Awaiting a victim to punch,
To let go of a powerful blow.
My face turning red,
I might be small and quiet,
But never too tiny to express.
The fear that enveloped you,
Is the first step to my victory,
The blood dripping from your mouth,
Is never the pain but my fullest satisfaction.
-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts
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