Silent

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I am a mute,

I do not speak.

So for my voice,

you shall not seek.

6 years it's been,

since I have spoken.

And not soon shall,

my spell be broken.

What has happened,

it is not nice.

I lost my voice,

on that fateful night.

My friend she died,

with a shot to the head.

Her killers they ran,

and left her body there, dead.

I hold the pills,

each picked by hand.

I swallow them down,

And in heaven I land...

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