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they throw me in the arena they want to watch always cheering for my opponent they say I like it like its fun for me to be booed at backed into a corner insulted for speaking at all I just want to run but there is no escape this game is killing me but they seem to love it watching me suffer How can they not see? that knowing they won't listen makes every word like a knife stabbing my throat every word hurts worse than the last until I just can't keep fighting I'm living in a def world and all I want is to be heard
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Jul 13, 2012
Jul 13, 2012 at 7:15 PM UTC
Hear me
they throw me in the arena they want to watch always cheering for my opponent they say I like it like its fun for me to be booed at backed into a corner insulted for speaking at all I just want to run but there is no escape this game is killing me but they seem to love it watching me suffer How can they not see? that knowing they won't listen makes every word like a knife stabbing my throat every word hurts worse than the last until I just can't keep fighting I'm living in a def world and all I want is to be heard
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Jul 13, 2012
Jul 13, 2012 at 7:15 PM UTC
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