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Grinding Dust

The words are choking me
I can�t escape the images
haunting my waking hours
in my dreams, too, I see
feel, the cries for help, the flowing
thick blood�all to soon�
but still so far away
All I want to do is run
My feet are stuck to the ground
Dry and cracked, like the skin
No moisture within�
Say what you must�
I could careless about what you say
I�d like to tell the world to f�off
No ears are listening even as I scream
Am I dreaming, is this real
It�s played in my mind before
But still I�ve never seen it until today
My mind is slipping
I feel less focused
The grip is too strong for me to fight
The words are killing me
But none of you care
I hope you die alone�
like I must�
This place is a living hell�
I�m glad I�m gone.
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