Indeed I have sucked it up to heights. Unknown to those outside. My body has contained and suppressed. And swallowed and abetted. Oh I am a stranger to myself. Beneath altruism dwells. A force uncontended. A voice that is tempered. To boiled and unhindered. Who am I kidding?. I am not some Mother Theresa. If I don't say something soon. I will break from the weight of the high road I take. No. Indeed I need my chance to fail. Some room to unravel. I need a chance to blame for two minutes. Unbridled unbrazened. So I need imaginings of maiming. Fantasies of outright screaming. I need a chance to thrash for minutes. Uncontained unforgiving. Who am I kidding?. I am not some Mother Theresa. If I don't do something soon. I will die from restraint. As a sick subjugate. No. I will move beyond I'm certain of that. The sooner I go the quicker I'll be back. I would not threaten or cause you any harm. Have to get this out or my light will go out. Who am I kidding?. I am not some Mother Theresa. If I don't do something soon. I will die from restraint. As a sick subjugate. No