For me
This isn’t poetry,it’s my reality
You can’t see what hurting me
It’s a monstrosity,a tsunami but like the t,it’s silent
I keep quiet when I want to quit,I’m looking for my exit,I don’t want to deal with this shit.
These words are how I feel,the boss battle,
The never ceasing intense rattle of something trying to get out
The thing that makes me want to shout
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