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The frustration,

It boils,

Hotter and hotter,

Tumbling over my shallow walls,

White foam steams on the black surface of my surroundings,

It dissipates into the air,

But me, inside the shallow walls,

I still boil,

The aggravation consumes me,

Engulfing myself control in its glassy bubbles,

Till my glassy prison breaks again,

Many more times I boil.