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Pressure

Set me free from all of this pressure; Its breaking me, I hope that someone hears my plea. I'm miserable. I want to have happiness and joy, My life I want to enjoy. Why do you expect so much? I feel so out of touch. I'm a burden; this I know, I just don't know if this feeling will ever go. Let me figure it out; Its not your choice, Its like I don't even have a voice. I want to make mistakes and learn from them, yet me you condemn. I don't want all to see, the ugliness I have in me. On the surface I may seem strong, deep down, I know I somehow don't belong.
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amalya-goldman
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Jul 9, 2011
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