Who knows what I feel but me
I laugh, dryly
To veil the angst beneath
I know the feeling
I know how it rises
From the pit of my stomach
It rises apprehensively up my gut
Sauntering acidly by my heart
Ragingly it jigs up
With a fury
I now can taste it in my mouth
It’s awful
But I can’t spit it out
For it lies deep
Too deep for a deep sigh
To sigh it away
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