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the pressure

Nowhere to go
Nowhere to hide
I can’t get away
All the pressure burning
All the stress coming alive
The cap of the bottle is coming undone
Try to run
but I can’t
I have to go
But I can’t
Life is unraveling.
But I am still here
Burning
It’s eating me up from inside
It will have to come out.
Pressure
Anger
Sadness…All wants to come out from behind my mask.
Escape.
The inevitable it coming
coming

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