The anger I feel
Keeps building inside of me
The hate I store
Only seems to grow stronger
Keeping these hateful thoughts to myself is just getting harder
I am running out of coping methods
The bottle no longer numbs
The fumes I inhale no longer make me forget
The fake smiles are fading
I am no longer pretending
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Author:
Jaay (Pseudonym) (
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