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I'm tired of always running to the bathroom. I stopped drinking water but when I think I'm empty, I can feel it come again and so, I run to the bathroom. As soon as I let it out, I feel it begin to trickle again. How come this stream sees no end? I wipe away what little drops still try to fall. And just once I think I've got it all, before too long, it'll start up again, and so, I run to the bathroom. It's always painful when it flows, and it hurts even more to stop midway. I want to stop it completely, - my only know how is to be dehydrated. For a sense of release, I let it come and pass, knowing it'll be back again soon. I wish I didn't cry so much, so I could stop running to the bathroom.
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC
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I'm tired of always running to the bathroom. I stopped drinking water but when I think I'm empty, I can feel it come again and so, I run to the bathroom. As soon as I let it out, I feel it begin to trickle again. How come this stream sees no end? I wipe away what little drops still try to fall. And just once I think I've got it all, before too long, it'll start up again, and so, I run to the bathroom. It's always painful when it flows, and it hurts even more to stop midway. I want to stop it completely, - my only know how is to be dehydrated. For a sense of release, I let it come and pass, knowing it'll be back again soon. I wish I didn't cry so much, so I could stop running to the bathroom.
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC
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