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Breaking point.

Angerpoint
Boilingpoint
Pressurepoint
Breaking point

Something's gotta give.



[As I sit here in my own mind
drowning under tides
of pressure, doubt and
silly insecurities)

I take all your shit
[and add to it myself]
I let you deal

Well, no longer
Leave me alone
No more second chances
You've had it this time



You can't change
[You couldn't ever change]
You didn't want




I can change
I don't want.

Author notes

I hate this poem.

And I find myself in the same patterns
Wondering why the hell I do this to myself.

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