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Caged
I don't know how much more I can bottle inside. With each passing day the pressure grows. Day by day I feel it bubbling up. It's constantly a struggle to contain all this pain and sorrow fear and self loathing. With every push down I fear the explosion. When this bottle gives way what of me will remain?
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