-My sobs and cries are never heard.
My limpid screams grow silent,
the burning taste of missery crawls up my throat.
And I yell.
But nobodys around to hear me.
Tender tears roll of my cheeks,
My face hides in the shaddows.
What do you do when theres no one left?
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