These last few years, with my depression, my anger went out of control. I threw my fiancé's shoes out of the cupboard and kicked them out the door. I tore down his suits and threw them on to the balcony. I smashed books and broke glasses. I threw tantrum after tantrum, storming around the apartment...
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