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so here is another one and i think it needs to be edited

Emotions explode, the dam is down

they are flowing with the force of a water fall

how I ever held them in is a mystery to me

as I think of all the times I bit my tongue

held my breath

pinched my self

to keep them from coming out

but now they flow freely

fast and furious

as if I never cried a day in my life

the tears pour down my face in never ending streams, leaving cool trails on my hot face

sobs erupt from my chest, and come out as strangled cries that sound so foreign coming out of a happy young girl like me

and yet the cries come out in an even pace

as if they have always been there making an almost soothing beat as they keep rhythm with my heart

which is now beating faster as if it is trying to beat out of my chest

and if it were to beat out I doubt it would ever come back to me

would I come back to my self is I could escape from me

and the darkness

I doubt it

As the tear fall I feel like an ocean is pouring down my face

And like the ocean my tears leave things on my face only they aren’t seashells

The tears mark my face as hurt, unloved, and lost

Thought I wish I could me lost in an unknown land away from it all

but would I still be me

Again I doubt it because without the pain and the fear and the love who am I

Will I ever know who I am truly meant to be or is the pain and the fear sculpting me into my finale product or is it holding me back from breaking out into the one i am supposed to me

I Doubt it

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