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The more you talk the harder it becomes to put the cap on my bottle. The pressure that builds inside is increasing with every word. I hope that you would shut up when I walk away, but you are trapped in mind. Fustration inside me is coming to a peak. An bomb who's fuse is short. tick.... tick....tick......

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