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There's this... rage, building up inside my chest, with no way to leak out.
I blare the music, I scream aloud, but still it's there. Ebbing away at my insides. Why are there no words strong enough to describe this feeling? Why are there no words able to expel this feeling? Out of the thousands of words, why do I not know the words that will alleviate this... This distress.
This fire... This all consuming drive and urge.
How do I release it? How do I cast it out of me- away from me; before it changes me into someone I don't want to be.
My lungs are sore and raw from the screams, my chest is heavy and sore from the weight of it.
My mind is done with it.
I am done with it.
With this anger, this frustration and helplessness.
I want to be done.
I blare the music, I scream aloud, but still it's there. Ebbing away at my insides. Why are there no words strong enough to describe this feeling? Why are there no words able to expel this feeling? Out of the thousands of words, why do I not know the words that will alleviate this... This distress.
This fire... This all consuming drive and urge.
How do I release it? How do I cast it out of me- away from me; before it changes me into someone I don't want to be.
My lungs are sore and raw from the screams, my chest is heavy and sore from the weight of it.
My mind is done with it.
I am done with it.
With this anger, this frustration and helplessness.
I want to be done.