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I can hear you scream my name
from the shoreline of my watery grave
but I can't answer your call
because I'm drowning in the darkness
and I can't see your hand
but even if I could
I'd die a little more
because I know you'd pull it up
right before I'd be able to reach it
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Hello everyone, I'm a young girl from Illinois. I have a lot of things that run through my mind, and writing helps me express all the emotions that I always have bottled up inside.
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