there's this bitterness inside of me. it's boiling up, deep with hatred and rage. occasionally, it leaks, and that's when i outburst, and snap at others. but most of the time, it takes place in my mind, with me arguing with myself.
there's this bitterness inside of me, ready to be let out. a bitterness that hasn't ever met another being. a bitterness that desperately wants to be shown for what it truly is.
there's this bitterness inside of me. sometimes i wonder if it'd be better if i just let it all out. but instead i keep it in. it's better to be drowning them to be facing the consequences, i guess.
i wish this bitterness didn't exist inside of me. but it does, and lucky me has to deal with it. yay!
(yeah. with the last paragraph, you can kinda understand why my username is hircaudtictyde....)
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