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I am very different I don’t express much If I tell a sentence It’s just a drop of the ocean I wish I was expressive So I would not feel so depressive I am a little shy And I secretly cry I am very private My mood changes every minute I wish I could get back in time So I would not regret it I feel like running far away And sob until my eyes can bear There is just no reason Behind my weeping But I feel like simply screaming Oh! how I wish I felt much better! But I released my stress on this piece of paper!!