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While the world sleeps,
She screams and pleads.

But Noone hears.

Cause they are all asleep.

But I can never sleep.

My life is a living nightmare.
Now I don't need nightmares in dreams..

I want to get help.

But can oxygen be provided to an already drowning soul?

I wouldn't know.

I drown in my own feelings,

Too scared to let anyone know.

I look up at the ceiling,
and close my eyes with shallow breathing..

I was only thirteen...

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