When I’m screaming,
No one hears a word that’s said.
I guess that I am silent enough
That I go unnoticed, and it’s best.
I keep dreaming
That something will ease away
And get better and hurt a little less,
But it’s not in store,
Not for me, not for this, not anymore.
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