spilling my heart out
in words
is so easy for me
but why cant i spill my heart out
to other people?
it's so terribly difficult
i keep it all bottled up
i feel like im going to vomit
my heart feels like its stopped beating
i don't feel alive
i feel dead
but im breathing
im alive
why is there such a contradiction?
why do people care
and yet they don't care enough?
why does everything
contradict itself?
why?
please tell me why
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