Let me sit here and hope As my world conveniently falls apart around me. If I still had a voice I would say this was unfair. And have the whole human race Laugh in my face For being so naive. I am a seed. And when I'm alone Every silent scream I make Brings Death halfway for me. Killing me a little more each time. If you would just take away this dying heart that eats away at me like an ulcer I could go on. But here it stays Death's open sore that I never neglect to salt.
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