Complaining

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I need to get it off my chest

To whine and scream and cry

But then I here about Russia, or my friend's family life

And my problems are little

 

So I bottle it up

It hides in the recesses of my mind

Burning and poisoning

'Till all I can feel

Is anger, frustration, depression

 

My feelings are small

My problems could be worse

But sometimes

I just need to complain

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