Don’t say a word
Let the pain collect inside your gut
Until you feel sick and throw up
Let the acid burn the back of your throat
Let your knuckles turn white from the clutch you’ve got going on
Stay on your knees and let your hands tremble
Let the tears run down your rosy red cheeks
Stand up look at the mirror and thrust you’re head back down onto the toilet seat
To clutch your safe haven

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