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I have nothing more to say.

Nor can I will these errors way.


I'm dead inside.

I've got nowhere to hide.


I cannot run, I cannot walk.

I cannot sing, I cannot talk.


Desperately writing poetry to keep myself alive,

except I don't think that words alone can do the trick this time.


But I've always tried so I'll try again.

And I'll keep trying until the bitter end.



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