There's a war going on inside. Keep it quiet, no one can hear, no one shall know. The plates are tilting, balance threatening to be lost yet again. And that laugh... That laugh is eagerly awaiting in the back of my throat, god I hate it so... I won't let you come out for you are the voice to these distorted feelings, such a maddening sound to hear. Where is my release? Where's the victory lap? It seems as every time the finishing line is in sight I must trip over my own two feet. And now I'm beginning to wonder if there was even a finishing line...
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