Bottled
How long am I going to sit here,
and just keep writing down,
all the feelings that I'm bottling up,
I feel like I'm going to drown.
only the close ones know,
of the pain I'm going through,
thank God for all their help,
but why am I still blue?
during my days,
I still laugh and scream,
but its been different,
since that one emotional dream.
when I sit
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