Kristina's heart doesn't beat to the rhythm of love, this is a story of anger and pain. What happens to love, when blood starts to boil, in the primordial part of our brain. Feelings churning inside, like the foaming tide, from here there is no turning back. Like a rubber band that is stretched too the limit, we all know she is going to snap. A powder keg dry, no more tears left to cry, one simple spark and her fires igniting. Trying to control, the rage in her soul, but cannot repeal the thunder and lightning. Her friends are leaving, her relationships bleeding, she knows something's wrong But keeps on repeating, the same old mistakes, keeps playing the same old song. Her life is an emotional tug of war, a pivotal see saw, feelings that she can't turn off. Fighting her demons, hitting the glass ceiling, blowing the lid right off her tinder box Many years of frustration bubbling and brewing, a dam waiting to burst at the seams. Nothing can stop the rising tide of emotion, she rips open her blouse and screams. Heaven heard, the blood curdling words, that she released out that day in the field. God knows what will become, of the solitary one, if she doesn't control how she feels.
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