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I want you to hear me.
I would scream profanities about how the weight in my chest makes me want to sink to the floor.
But my mouth is glued shut
By the fear that you wouldn't listen.
And if you did,
That you wouldn't care.
I really fucking need you to hear me.
I don't know how much longer I can hold this in.
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