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Sep 2010
I am rushing towards an explosion
of my character

my mind will burst out my ears
and my words will burst out my
eyes and the person everyone
thought I was will be splattered
against the walls while my real
form stands naked for all to see

this fuse within in me comes
dangerously close to the bomb
hid behind my stoic face

the bodies hold me back
and the fuse burns slowly
faster with each person
that stands in the way

three,
two,
one,
I count,
seeing the fuse
come all the way
to the bomb

but then

nothing

psst.
fizzle.

the day goes on
and I am still a
ticking bomb
Overwhelmed
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