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Forty Four Days

Screams that go unheard Day in and day out When will this end? Every nightmare of the devil Placed along my shoulders Is it too late to save me? An innocence ripped apart Burned to ash Broken so far beyond repair A justice impossible to find The cold descends upon me I see my shattered soul lying in wait among the shadows Where have these angels been? They left me here, stranded They stole from me, my hope Hid it away just as I am from the world Fear, riddled through my bones Hell here on Earth Forty four days become the longest of lifetimes A seemingly endless eternity conquered by pain By heartache By blood, freshly spilled Drowning me Caught between the world of the living and the dead A terrible limbo Relief no where in sight Please, why won't you take away this pain? Please, why won't you save me? R.I.P. Junko Furuta
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