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Aug 2021
If I rip out my throat
You cannot hear me scream
If I blind your eyes
Can you cannot see me heave
Or my tears, you cannot see me cry

But you have bound my hands
And torn my throat
So you cannot hear my screams
But delight in watching
My contorted mouth cry silent tears
Written by
Rose Cliff  17/F
(17/F)   
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     Nathan A Brock and Imran Islam
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