Every night I hear a whisper
It is not too hard to decipher
And everytime I hear it, I suffer
My head is twirling
My hands are shaking
It is no horror
Yet here I am, trembling in terror
Then I look in the mirror— I see
The girl whispering behind me
"Slice your neck and be free from this rotten society."
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 3:39 PM UTC
Every night I hear a whisper
It is not too hard to decipher
And everytime I hear it, I suffer
My head is twirling
My hands are shaking
It is no horror
Yet here I am, trembling in terror
Then I look in the mirror— I see
The girl whispering behind me
"Slice your neck and be free from this rotten society."
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