Shattered

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I hear, i listen to the everyday fights, insults, and my own thoughts that cant help but pull me down with them in that deep darkness of nothing, cuz i feel nothing, see nothing i am nothing but an empty shell that listens. And when i have had enough i well crack then i shatter and have no one to help pick the pieces up.

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