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It is as though I am standing
In a crowded room
Hollering "MERCY"
From the peak of my lungs
Hands trembling
Melting onto the floor
And not a sound to acknowledge me
Not my screams
Not my cries
No eye contact can be caught
I am deceasing
Dramatically and loudly
Surrounded by everyone
Surrounded by no one

— The End —