My Dear

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Drowning in your tears.

Submerging in your fears.

Withering through your years

Crying out but no one hears.

Unkown voices shouting, screaming in your ears,

Piercing your mind with their well worded spears.

Erasing the memories of the ones you held near

You have now become their prisioner

My dear!

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