You Know Now
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whispering voices
_Why doesn't she speaks
_Is she mute
_I think she is just an emotionless freak
_she has everything yet she's such a struck up bitch,
She: if only they knew nothing is the way it seems,they see just illusions ,judging me condemning me, this world isn't black and white and I wish I could say it to their face,alas!!
hoping they might stumble upon here someday, a part of me now I lay before them all to see
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