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people hurt me they use me the torcher me make fun of me laugh at me I hide my tears as they

hurt my soal deep inside my dusted sand heart at the end of the day all I do is cry and cry and cry and do stupid things until I fall over crying myself to sleep as the blood runs down my arms I feel light

and I dream about flying away and then I never wake up I die a slowly painless death as people talk about me I walk threw the halls their silent and quite nobody talks not even

a wisper nothing pure silence finally time for me to go home and rest...