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The violence splurged in my head endows me with supreme rage I try momentously hard to submerge with all of my might. The hurt I feel cannot be expressed without jeopardy to others. It is just there. It is just in the back of my skull as it grows and grows. All I can do is sit and take it. I have been inevitably endowed with the limitation of hurt and I wish I could do something. Anything at all to help it. It is only through the conversations and false laughter how my hurt can be hurt. I'm not the only one. I'm not the only one out there who has this. I cannot trust. I cannot seek happiness as the hurt has pinned it down like a piece of paper on a notice board. I am in solitude. I cannot speak. I cannot seek contact for it is just too strong. What is it I find too strong? My hurt.