Caffeine Withdrawals: An Unspoken Collaboration
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Last published Fri, Mar 1, 2013
Freedom of speech, freedom of expression,
Are we willing to answer personal questions?
We live things which make us who we are,
We struggle with the hopes of getting back up,
We keep to ourselves so that we don't worry others,
We pity ourselves so that others won't be sorry,
We collect every piece we drop,
We glue ourselves together and never stop,
Whoever said some things are better left unsaid lied,
Those unspoken feelings can become a burden, slowly killing you inside,
If someone's listening, please hear us out,
We smile and we're happy,
But sometimes we must break down.
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