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Pressure, pressure, pushing my jaw into my skull, pressure, causing me to lose control, pressure, depression, tension, rising from my clenched teeth, clenched in my sleep, clenched at day. Where should I be, why am I lost? why don't you give a fuck? Why will no one help me, It's pushing into my skull, I'll soon be lost, everything I am made of will be gone, health care doesn't cover dental. Never have I seen a tear shed for me, though I have shed countless dozens. Is it because I am weird, and you've only seen me manic? Is it because I am too depressed and you bring out my lows? Vain, vanity is where its rooted, the pressure in my temple is immeasurable, I need morphine for this, this one will not be simple. I've lost sympathy for others, I am too self obsessed, and yet all I can think about is this pressure, closing in, pushing against the blunt walls, the plates in my skull fusing further together, teeth rooting further and further into my skull with out room to grow, pressing against each other, fear. No one wants to see me cry, that’s all I can do, I go isolate, nonpareil. Talking to four year olds and getting no response, talking to four year olds while searching for the meaning, talking to four year olds while lost, the meaning behind booger head, snot face, the reason why we cry. They can't tell you, they want candy, they don't want to cry, they don't see a point in going far from home, they want candy. Why do we cry, why do we yearn to leave the last safe place, why do we no longer crave, we no longer crave enough to warrant tears, our problems are more, why must they be more, simplicity was once beautiful, but not to cry.