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It has gotten to the point where being alone is my only choice It has gotten to the point where they forgot about me I have been here for years and now they treat me as if I am an empty shell on a crowded beach I don't want you to try to hear the ocean in me I want you to hear my cries while I'm being drowned
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Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC
The Last Year
It has gotten to the point where being alone is my only choice It has gotten to the point where they forgot about me I have been here for years and now they treat me as if I am an empty shell on a crowded beach I don't want you to try to hear the ocean in me I want you to hear my cries while I'm being drowned
one more year to go
demonblood
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Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC
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