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Screaming.
Sounds are smothered.
Words... undercovered.
On mute.
Down with ill repute.
Unacknowledged, unseen.
She is the girl on your t.v. screen.
Inside is concealed.
No true way to express.
All left but to compress.
Losing all these easy fights.
A mind lost in a city of lights.
With no ropes to hold.
Waiting for it's soul to be sold.
Empty like one of a shell.
Rotting away in this populated hell.
Sounds are smothered.
Words... undercovered.
On mute.
Down with ill repute.
Unacknowledged, unseen.
She is the girl on your t.v. screen.
Inside is concealed.
No true way to express.
All left but to compress.
Losing all these easy fights.
A mind lost in a city of lights.
With no ropes to hold.
Waiting for it's soul to be sold.
Empty like one of a shell.
Rotting away in this populated hell.
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