36||the hold back anger
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How much worse can it hurt? You're looking around, held captive by depressing thoughts, and you're trying to swallow that suffocating bile sticking in your throat, but even gulping it hurts. Knowing there's nobody among the crowd, just someone who can look at you like you're human, imperfect, and you can lean your head on their shoulder, laying yourself bare in front of them.
Hardships fall on everyone. But during that hardship, how come their hardship is highlighted, dancing in the limelight, but not mine? Why them, and not me?
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