I am Quiet

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Look closely and you may see

The broken glass shards inside of me

The tears it makes when it goes down

Though my scream is silent, there's no sound

The blood is dripping down my thoat

I'm indesperate need of an antidote

Behind my black rimmed glasses, I

Hide the tears to my soundless cry

I stayed all these years so unspoken

I guess I really am that borken...

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