hidden torment

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And i hope to fly and never get caught.

I'd rather die than staying with you.

I cried every night

Hoping by some miracles,
you'd disappear.

I hated your voice 'Cause it killed my soul.

I was alive but with being dead
From the inside.

I remember each curse,yell,and even touch

That brought my broken scream

No one heard me

And no one thought
That it was your fault

They saw my smile

That covered my wounded

                    soul.

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