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Overwhelmed

I'm overwhelmed and overflowing, I am happy but it is not enough, My chest constricts with coloured pain, I move forward but I'm drowning, I curl up on myself and cower, So unlike everyone else, Or maybe just too much of the same, My high notes don't have your power. If I scream with this intensity, A tight ball that will never let go, Despite everything I once said, Would anyone ever hear me, A senseless, worthless hypocrite, Who pretends she has a destiny, That she doesn't walk that abyss, Who's soul is just a black pit?
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cellobello
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Feb 23, 2012
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