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Afraid. Always terrified, Someone might notice me. Head down, eyes closed, ears covered, mouth shut. Please God, make me stone. Quiet. Screaming. Yet no one can hear, On the inside I die. Head down, eyes closed, ears covered, mouth shut. Sometimes I whisper. Help me. Dying. Neglect of the soul, Withering from inside. Head down, eyes closed, ears covered, mouth shut. Please God, make me stone. Faceless. Crying. But the tears won't come, They dried up long ago. Head down, eyes closed, ears covered, mouth shut. Sometimes I whisper. Kill me.
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