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Feb 2015
I yell to be heard
No more will I be invisible
I'm not scared
I will rise above the rest
The base in my voice boils the blood in my chest

As I lay exhausted from my efforts to be appreciated
I hear them speak as though I've never spoke at all
I saw them walk through me like I was a ghost
If I'm a ghost why can't I walk through walls
Pain is my only escape that listens to me most
EEEEYAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHH
Wasted Youth
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