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Feeling

SOMETIMES I DON'T KNOW HOW I FEEL. I SEE MYSELF LOOKING FROM THE OUTSIDE FROM THE INSIDE LOCK IN A DARK ROOM ALL ALONE AND CONFUSED. I TRY GOING OUTSIDE, BUT AFRAID WHAT PEOPLE WOULD SAY. THEN I DON'T KNOW MY FEELING WILL REACT. I CRAWLED BACK INTO THAT DARK ROOM LIKE A SNAIL AND FEEL SORRY FOR MYSELF. I FEEL LIKE A HIDDEN AWAY CHILD NOBODY WANTS OR LOVE. MY FEELS LIKE A BROKEN WINE GLASS THAT BEEN THROWN AWAY AFTER THE FRIST DRINK. I WHETHER SIT IN THE DARK AND HIDE MY LIFE AWAY. I WANT MY FEELING TO STAY LOCKED IN A GLASS BOTTLE THAT BEEN THROWN INTO THE SEA, WHETHER THAN GOING OUTSIDE TO HAVE MY FEELING HURT.

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