when i

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i hold myself back from happiness because every time i loosen my grip i am told to reel myself back in.
when i laugh loud i am told to silence my joy.
when i cry silently i am told to gain composure.
when i stand up for myself i am called a bitch.
when i am quiet i am asked what my
problem is.
when i say i would rather stay in i am told that i am a buzz kill.
when i say nothing i am horrible,
but when i say something i am even worse.

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