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I yell but no one knows.
I cry but I’m dead inside.
Now I’m in pain yet it never shows.
I can’t keep this up
I can’t go on.
A bed of spikes below me
on top of them I lay.
The pain is piercing but the relief is subtle.
With the my blood goes out all my conscience.
I’m finally at peace.
No one can hurt me anymore.
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