I'd love to.
I'd love to scream
But silence is golden.
I'd love to dream
But I'm not a child.
I'd love to scheme
But my will is broken.
I'd love to gleam
But my glimmer is dead.
I'd love to scream
But you have your hand over my mouth.
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