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Dec 2011
You don’t know me, you don’t care.
I am here and you are there.
Convenience is your only way.
I’d say anything to make you stay.

Killing me softly,
With the games in my head.
Trapped myself,
With the things I have said.
Can’t cry, Can’t speak.
I’m all out of power.
So what say you,
In my final hour?
Digame more,
Digame less.
I am alone.
And I am a mess.
Written by
Emily Madeira
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