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From the depth of sullenness A cry is released Screeching with violence, The silence is ceased Next time the laughter Behind the scenes, Accomplished by whispers Rallying between A **** of the head A sonorous glance Many tears shed No noble stance All eyes center They all stare It won’t get better She is quite aware An orb of commotion Molded to harm Weighed down with emotion Triggered the alarm The stress was too much She couldn’t bear no more But she’s numb to the touch And has closed the door The others around Just watch her top blow They watched her soul wander And didn’t help it home Too late has already escaped Her escape wasn’t too fast Entangled in Delicate strings, The web of confusion Has locked her in.
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Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
Held on. no more.
From the depth of sullenness A cry is released Screeching with violence, The silence is ceased Next time the laughter Behind the scenes, Accomplished by whispers Rallying between A **** of the head A sonorous glance Many tears shed No noble stance All eyes center They all stare It won’t get better She is quite aware An orb of commotion Molded to harm Weighed down with emotion Triggered the alarm The stress was too much She couldn’t bear no more But she’s numb to the touch And has closed the door The others around Just watch her top blow They watched her soul wander And didn’t help it home Too late has already escaped Her escape wasn’t too fast Entangled in Delicate strings, The web of confusion Has locked her in.
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South African
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
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