And the it hit,
The pain that had been building inside me, had no where else to go.
It needs out,
Rudly it pushes its way up my throat, but it dosen't want out that way.
Past my eyes some escapes.
The Rest?
Well it rushes back down.
The pressure begins to build again.
And there it will sit ignorded until once again, it grows beyond storing compassity and tries to escape.
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