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Bottle of Thoughts

I keep my thoughts tightly bottled up,
No one seems to care,
They want a robot,
To tell them what they want to hear.

One after another,
Stuff my thoughts in crammed quarters,
This glass won’t hold,
I think there’s too much,
It’s about to blow.

What’s going to happen to me,
When this glass shatters,
Setting my thoughts free?

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