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I’ve filled myself up With anger and bile Irritated, impatient Another tired child I let my voice rise My heart skips its beats My breath comes in sighs My eyes twitch and tweak I know that I need To rest, ease, and still But until I can My tone will be shrill
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Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 9:00 AM UTC
Filled up
I’ve filled myself up With anger and bile Irritated, impatient Another tired child I let my voice rise My heart skips its beats My breath comes in sighs My eyes twitch and tweak I know that I need To rest, ease, and still But until I can My tone will be shrill
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