I'm frustrated.
Trapped by 4 walls. No where to venture to no where to hide.
Just 4 walls that make an empty room full of shame.
You sit and ponder thinking
"Why me?"
Then those walls start closing in and you feel like your dieing.
Frustration is like that you start off stressed but by the end...
Your dead.
Whether it's murder. Or suicide. Or natural causes.
But your dead
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