My silence does not speak to you

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My silence does not speak to you,

You cannot hear my plea

I wonder what I did to you,

You cannot even see,

The pain, the hurt, the sadness,

The sadness that is me.

Your evil ways are part of you,

And that is plain to see.

That twisted black and vile filth

Will NOT be defining ME.

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