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The emotions inside me sometimes want to break down and run away. They want to tear everything apart. And I know I can't allow this. Because I shouldn't. So I write whatever is inside me until it all passes. I even give up my sleep to write. But I can go on like this only up to a point. After a while, even writing won't help me.  I want to talk about everything, pour out everything inside me. I want to talk even if no one understands. But the words get stuck in my throat, nothing can be heard but a shaky voice. It's no different than drowning for me.