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Everyday,every night screaming stop from the top of my lungs.

They don't hear me.

Everyday,every night screaming please from the top of my lungs.

They still don't hear me.

They will not stop till they see the blood dripping down my arm and on the floor cold.

They  will not stop till they see the rope around my neck and my cold body swinging.

They will not stop till they see the knife in my heart and me on the ground sitting there lifeless.

They will not stop till they see the hole in my head caused by a bullet.

They just won't stop the voices.

Please.

Stop.


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