Again

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Dug under, dug too deep. Or tossed to the side, no longer to be seen. I can't seem to find my way around them any more. Even when I scream. So I stay silent, quietly killing me bit by bit. Than I leave. As silent as I have been the whole time. Not one has realized, not that I'd expect it. So would this mean, if I left forever would it make some sort of difference? Not like there would be any realization.

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