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A stupid poem I wrote To speak so eloquently, the words I wish to say. Yet they remain in my mind, to be spoken another day. I am a grown-up now, this should no longer matter. But why then when I try, does my world feel shattered? Loathing this cruel thing, wishing it to be erased. Or do people even notice, am I just a basket case?
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Emotional Experience
Subthemes
Shame & EmbarrassmentSadness & Hopelessness