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I feel trapped.
None will listen to my words.
My dreams being bonded in chains.
Your words slicing into my heart.
Frightened blood stains the ounce pure walls of my soul.
Destruction.
Devastation.
I want to rebel,but am in no position to do so.
It hurts,it burns.
It aches,it bleeds.
The pain of having your voice fall upon deaf ears.
Sob-I cry mighty streams of blood.
None will listen to my words.
My dreams being bonded in chains.
Your words slicing into my heart.
Frightened blood stains the ounce pure walls of my soul.
Destruction.
Devastation.
I want to rebel,but am in no position to do so.
It hurts,it burns.
It aches,it bleeds.
The pain of having your voice fall upon deaf ears.
Sob-I cry mighty streams of blood.
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