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DON'T HOLD IT

Sometimes all the shit come at once like a major episode of dysentery
They catch up with you in terrible places where your shame should not show
People look at you clean and healthy not knowing how long you have been holding it up for their comfort
And may be for the safety of your reputation
You don't feel sure if letting a little fart would let the whole thing out
So you hold up even the list of your pain
Fearing it would embaras you
Yes emotional dysentery 
Very painful but you can hold it up for days months years and may be more
But one day it catches up with you
The you spill the manure in the place you were always expected to be mature
Or it kills you because suddenly you can't breathe
I know that it is hard to let it go
But a talk with me can do you some good
Don't hold it up

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