“feel the feels”
a friend affirmed
and deeply dug did I
I found that sad
was down below
a layer ‘neath my eye
Can’t get to sad
except through mad
my anger has to die
And so I’m killing
blow by blow
his end is drawing nigh
And when at last
all breath is gone
perhaps we’ll have a cry.
defying atrophy 
It’s so hard to get through all that anger, isn’t it? I know that you and I have totally different stories, yet I relate, particularly with this:
“Can’t get to sad
except through mad”
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