i think everyone has something, hidden or buried, they can barely keep down. Something they feel at any moment could erupt like a poisonous cloud and cover there whole life. A skinny girl you can see, see how thin and pretty she is but for some reason you just know she will one day get grotesqley and dispaportionatly obese. The quite kid who sits and just watches, yet you see the sinking lines that have slowly etched their way into a permanent mark on his face. He fears he might just erupt into a ball of angry fire, that hits and shouts, just like his dad. They fear, the anything really is stuffed down inside of us so deep, we hope it wont ever show its face, but it will, it does. Everyone one has something good or bad, that is stuffed inside of them.
What do i choose to do with mine? i want to stuff down many but bring to light a few.
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flew
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