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The Words Spoken From You

You scream at me

Because I'm annoyed by your plea

I never know what to say to you

So the words I speak are few

If I stay silent

Your words then become violent

Depression takes over and on the inside I fall from gravity

Ask your words grow they become depreavity

On the outside I begin to walk away

I continue to walk to my alleyway

The alleyway that is my safe place

Where I can break down at my own pace

Amidst the breakdown I think of all the wrong you make of me

I fall on my bed just wanting to be free

Free from these chains of wrong

As tears start to fall from my face I play a song

A song in my head

That song will help me to bed






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