Perhaps I've over-analyzed things. I usually do. It could have all been very simple. Begin an extraordinary story with the most ordinary day - because really, the best stories are the ones you never see coming, that you would never expect will end the way they do. Far-fetched an magical, they are extraordinary because they surprise you.
I am the angry woman I'm bleeding white-hot rage My fury of tears will drown you You should all feel afraid. My tongue is poised for lashing My feet are here to crush My lungs are filled with fire I cannot stop the rush. My skin is scalding ashes Of a burning, ember heart My words beat down like hail My screams are lightning darts. Watch me drink the poison And wait for you to die I am the angry woman But you all think I lie.
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