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This short poem expresses pinned up emotions and feeling closed up inside.

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Black taped lips
Nothing spills but the cup overflows
It grows with reason
Built up pressure
Tight chest hurts
Words like zeroes and ones say no better
Metallic letters
Connected to the cloud
No pulse loud
Hope goes down and drowns
Makes no sound
Quiet screams underwater only bother once swallowed water floods
Can’t swim in blood that won’t pump
Stuck it’ll boil and spoil the blood black
Oil dirt, it won’t work to grow the earth
Tar slime leaks