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i hate crying
   the way my eyes get puffy
     and my nose stuffs up

most of all
   i hate to bother people with my depression

it's happened before

i've learned to bottle it up
   those emotions
      for no one to see

i'm just afraid
   of what will happen
      when the bottle
         explodes

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