A scream a day keeps the voices away
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Gaunt faces blend together Are you really all the same? Those who torture Those who maim Those who never learned restraint I understand you were hurt So what? Actions that seem rehearsed Please just stop Old voices echo in your words I have had enough Images fade along with your
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I am happy and I know it so I clap But what am I supposed to do with mad? I am happy and I know it and I really like to show it But I don’t know what to do when I feel mad I think back on all
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I don’t need flowery language to be misunderstood All I need do is speak to the same dusty old fools
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First I was stressed Now I’m depressed My body craves an ounce of rest But scrolling is what I do best
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TW: idk what to say I'm stating what's happening and it's harrowing Social pressure and politeness demand that I keep my mouth shut, but I've spent long enough playing nice for the morally corrupt. Children are starving to death. Human beings are
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In opening myself up to rejection I’m more terrified of a yes. The gallop in my heart belies danger I can’t put sweet words to the test. It’s easy when you’re being kind. Scrambling for one piece of my mind. Chilled bodies softly intertwine. Gripped by
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Being an only child is begging your parents for a scrap of attention. Play with me! Play with me! Look at what I made! I’ll do better next time, promise! Can you please just stay? Are you mad at me? Oh no. I’m sorry, I’ll be quiet!
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I can see you’re struggling, but you don’t have to hide. There is one sanctuary still, I’ve hidden it deep inside. I know it feels like the world hates you, but it’s pipe smoke through a screen. It has nothing to do with you at all,
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Poisoned blade dripping with hate. Empty words are easy to erase. Glitter bombs and stolen frocks. Don't need evidence to unlock. Secrets you think I actually believe, you're not the first, but still I seethe. Try me bitch. I'm no snitch. Not because I&
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You met me before the change Stagnant Stuck Rotting I was ugly on the outside. Poison recycling my tired veins. You looked at me with honey in your eyes, like I was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. You tasted me with the naive eagerness of youth,
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You can train every day of your life Until your fingers are bloody And your throat is raw But the scream comes from within The scream is your roar
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To those eager to see me fail, please enjoy the show. To those hoping to see me give up, lock in for an endless road.