incurable

Too much

built up and boiled over, 

Triggered by cold front

each first is worst

yearly,

I die.

Too much 

built up and boiled over,

Triggered by the noise upstairs

don't hold your pain

life dares

let me fix you

pelting rain.

Too much 

built up and boiled over,

Triggered by.

This poem is about: 
Me

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