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This is staring at blank walls until you get so mad you punch them
This is punching stone walls until your knuckles are numb and bloody
This is the hot, silent tears after the anger
This is holding your bloody knuckles while you stare at the bloody wall
This is the blurry, watery-eyed wall that you can't take anymore
This is your heavy body sliding down the hard wall
This is the weight of the world
This is the everyday
