LXXVIII. you wouldn't know

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Can't you see?
I'm going mad
And I'm not lazy
I'm just sad
I feel so tired
My body's expired
Of course you can't see
Cause you don't let me show
And if I die
You wouldn't even know

Author's note: Bless all the children whose feelings were frowned upon in their houses

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