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all alone
in a room full of people everyone's in a rush and no one seems to notice that al the while she's talking to herself 'cuz no one listens no one has time to hear the tales of woe or look deeper into her feelings when she says "fuck you" this is why she sits in a corner playing with a gun one day, the trigger might just go 'boom' and one day, her brains might just go 'squish'
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