Town of quiet suffering souls

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Take me to a town,
Take me through a life.
Lets just lay down,
Lets pull out my knife.

It's not too big
But it's meant to kill.
Kill the ambitions
Someone's lost at will.

It wasn't my choice,
But it was.
Maybe if I had a voice,
Now my arms, covered in gauze.

Why didn't you stop me?
Right, you don't care.
Maybe if you hadn't said
'I'll be right over there.'.

But I have to take the blame,
It was my fault.
Now my heart's engulfed in a flame,
A wound, just adding salt.

Why can't I just disappear?
Right, I was never even here.

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