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Apr 2016
There's so much anger
Boiling beneath my skin
It's heating me up
I'm like a dirt bin

Emptied to be full again
You leave me in pain
From overflowing me
What do you gain?

Empty words thrown into me
They think I feel nothing
How can I be happy?
Let out the trash
Maybe then I'll feel free

Just a dirt bin
Nobody cares about
You don't realize the words you put in
Because you'll just throw them out
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