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Apr 2014
Whispers, screams, all in a rush
This is too much, this is too much
Voices and cries, rapidly firing
This is too tiring, this is too tiring
Everything I do will make you sad
I will go mad, I will go mad
If I even speak you'll begin to cry,
Why can't I die, why can't I die?
Skye Applebome
Written by
Skye Applebome  Stokesdale, North Carolin
(Stokesdale, North Carolin)   
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