there's a lump in my heart, where my throat should be, vice versa, not versa vice, and I'm not going to cry this time, no, I will not cry for you. it's too dark to see within me, not around me, it's too bright, the glare hurts my eyes, and I know what needs to release, and I hold it in, knowing it is bad, I am afraid of what it might show. there's no need to push it down, but I do, because no other option gives me freedom, the feeling of ignorance, next time will be different, I swear, not on your life or mine.
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