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Cry or Shout

Cry or shout,
get it all out.
That thing inside,
that tries to hide.

That keeps hold,
That makes us feel cold.
That thing that eats at us,
Until we feel like our hearts will bust.

That thing that has been,
a nightmare not a dream.
One from which we can't wake up,
Even though of it, we have had enough.

Yes, it has us all the way,
always keeping us down every day.
Yes, that thing which shows,
That our brains so well knows.

That rage , that brings,
Only sad songs, that our hearts sings.
Hoping one day maybe,
This rage won't drive us crazy.

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