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suppression
So I turn the sides of my lips up
because inside I feel like breaking down.
I don't want to be a burden on anyone so I swallow my feeling and let them drown.
Some days I don't want to get up, but time is the present, not time to mess around.
Sometimes I want to end it, but I don't want to end up six feet in the ground.
The one I called aunty turned on me, now she talks to me and I'm supposed to be proud?
I hope she can take what she dishes out, Because the tables have turned now.
