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Aug 2014
All of this building up.
All of this coursing through.
All of this bottled up tight.
All of this stuck inside.
But I fear the day it gets let out.

All of this gets brushed aside.
All of this to be gotten over.
All of this to let go of.
All of this... its whatever.
But one day, it will get out,
And it wont be pretty.
Just thoughts running through my head.
Namir
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Namir  Massachusetts
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