Afriad

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Sometimes I think back to what I could of said to stop what happened.
I could screamed, I could of shouted I could of fought.
It would of ended the same.

Now all I can think about is when did I stop trying, When did I give up.
When did I condition myself to be so weak.

When did I become the exact thing I tell everyone not to be.

Afraid.

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