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There is a cancer, a cyst in my chest; filling up with all the emotion, passion, desire, pain that I lock away. I try to run from it but I carry it around everywhere I go, ignoring it as best I can. Every now and then (always at the worst time) it bursts and I start crying for no rational reason. I can't help it. I cannot cry at the times when it is most fitting and when I need to. I feel no pity for myself at all. I know I am lucky to have things as good as I do. I just wish I wasn't such a mess inside.
Emo emo angst mope whine.
Emo emo angst mope whine.