Years of bottling things in have really took a toll,
Unwanted memories come at will and rip apart my soul,
Sometimes I lash out at the stupidest of things,
And I wake up in a panic at the wickedest of dreams,
I open up my mouth for the only release of my confines,
And scream so hard it rips my mouth into a bigger smile I can hide behind...
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Everybody needs a release.