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A thousand pages, Never read. A vacant path, Left for dead. The silent screams That fill our ears, The cuts so deep We cry in fear You are not the only one, There's thousands out there Who's lives are done. Just rock your head Accept your fate We're crash test dummies Who took the bait. Release your sympathy We know who we are. We've heard our first insult, We've carved our first scar.
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Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
Depression
A thousand pages, Never read. A vacant path, Left for dead. The silent screams That fill our ears, The cuts so deep We cry in fear You are not the only one, There's thousands out there Who's lives are done. Just rock your head Accept your fate We're crash test dummies Who took the bait. Release your sympathy We know who we are. We've heard our first insult, We've carved our first scar.
molly-e
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Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
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