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Aug 2015
My body gets filled with anger running from a faucet. My anger just keeps building up, and the core temperature is rising and rising. The pressure is increasing and increasing. I'm slowly but certainly reaching my boiling point: the point on which I explode and let out all the anger, and since I'm on my own, I'll have to take it all out on myself. I'll hurt myself....Stopping that from happening is as simple as pulling the plug and letting the water drain away, but unfortunately, I've lost the drain.....
Davy
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Davy  22/M/The Netherlands
(22/M/The Netherlands)   
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