What I feel at this moment.



It's like I'm holding back a burst pipe. I'm tired of trying to make sure that not a single drop of water hits the floor. My hands tremble at the sheer pressure. Trying to show an outward appearance of "I'm okay." It's sad. I'm soaking in anguish. Wet from tears because idealism broke up with me. I don't even know if there's an end to this leak. Will it eventually run dry? I feel like I'm drowning.

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