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Holding my repressed emotions in my heavy hands
They always told me to be kind in where I stand
But things never go as they planned
The walls around me are just damned as I am
I find myself in the coldest part of the room, crammed
Where my thoughts would go numb and the voices finally shut up
It would’ve been nice if I let it out even just for a while
But I’m not used to change, in fact, I hate it
So I’ll just cry myself to sleep everyday
I have no one to talk to anymore
Everyone has their own burdens
And my only burden is myself
Am I making myself my own burden?