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I Hear the Sound

I hear the sound of laughs and sneers
Of whispers and words unheard.
I would rather not shed all these tears,
But hear a kind sweet word.

I hear the sound of quiet crying,
Of my muffled plea for aid.
I would rather no be dying,
From this life i soon shall fade.

I hear the sound of you people shout,
When I fall flat on my face.
All I am is a disgrace,
For you people have gone all-out.

I hear the sound of a world falling,
Of my heart finally breaking.
And of a pill bottle rolling,
My life no longer in the making.





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