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![[flag]](usa2.gif) ONIONS
My chest heaves so heavily, leaving evidence that I can no longer breathe My eyes water to death, but are red from the dryness Silent I sit in the corner afraid of who might hear me The screaming in my head pierces my ears, I can't hear a thing My mind travels only to things that make me more upset I want to release myself so much I want to tell somebody how I feel, but the feeling of being a burden is worse I'm insane People throw questions in my direction left and right... My response..."I'm cutting onions" by Karina Partington © Copyright 1999 All Rights Reserved ![[Candle]](/poetry/fanny/candl.gif)
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