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Most of the nights are numb
Crying for help in this moonless night
I am aware of the silence around
It surrounds me
Preys upon me
And i let it happen
My thoughts drown in a shallow despair
I cant think no more
I dont even want to express or share to you
Its for my memoir
Its for my release
Its my helplessness that i dont need help with

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