Beware the wrath in a teenage girl.
The wrath of a thousand fires.
Completely uncaring of disaster left in her wake.
Her anger is a beauty to behold.
Take care, you stand too long in the sun you burn.
make fear into poetry (a.p.)
the rose's rarest essence lives in the thorns
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