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I know not where it is, I should turn

As thoughts inside, begin to churn

An acid, meant to truly burn

A helpless moment, of which I yearn

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To cast away, the thoughtless words

From a hateful voice, it’s so absurd

To know that I’m not really heard

My patience, buried, now interred

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Into hopelessness, I need to fight

To end this horrid, dreadful plight

That I endure, both day and night

For where there seems, no end in sight

 

 

 

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