Retreating into acidic oceans.

Burning in the base of my spine.

The pit of my stomach

Spins with great centrifugal force.

For days,

I expel waste.

Wastes of time.

Wastes of energy.

Wastes of money.

I constantly expunge that

Which remains in my system

And trim away the fat

That can be flushed

Through the floodgates that open at will.

Certain times I struggle.

Other times the task is too simple.

On occasion,

I release my baggage without having any kind of control

And often times,

The result is quite messy.

After internal cleansing,

I must wash away

Any remains

Of that which is perceived to be present

On my skin.

Many a time,

I am sore from the expulsion

And it can last for a while.

But it is a necessary function,

For holding it in can be toxic to your being.

It can cramp your style.

It will leave you on edge.

Let yourself heal

And allow your troubles to flow into oblivion

And out of your mind forever.

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