The battle
To the girl with her head down low
The girl thats fighting a constant battle
The screams
Terrifying screams
They may never stop
There may never be quiet
But as the days get
Longer
And
L o n g e r
And even
L o n g e r
The screams get
Louder
And
Louder
And even
LOUDER
You will want the quiet
You will need the quiet
But once you get the quiet
You will miss the screams
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