Pressure

Spring sun warmed sidewalks
Pull people from their homes

Shrouded in a veil of depression
You are kept from the light

Bitterness courses through your veins
Desperate for a release of this pressure

If you draw a knife across your leg
Watch the blood boil up

Will you feel pacified


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