Complaining
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I need to get it off my chest
To whine and scream and cry
But then I here about Russia, or my friend's family life
And my problems are little
So I bottle it up
It hides in the recesses of my mind
Burning and poisoning
'Till all I can feel
Is anger, frustration, depression
My feelings are small
My problems could be worse
But sometimes
I just need to complain