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My thoughts are not my thoughts.

They are from someone else’s brain.

Someone trying to reach out and share their own pain.

My head is a cage of their emotions.

I feel their joy, anger, sorrow, and commotions.

It wells up inside of me with no escape.

Clawing at the back, front, bottom. I need a break.

Searching for a way to escape these mental chains.

Soon their pain starts to affect me,

Soon their pain is mine.

And my own emotions turn only to grief

It keeps growing and growing until happiness is only brief.

It hurts.

It hurts.

It hurts.

It hurts.

It hurts.

It hurts.

I’m sorry.