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Scream for Help

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DespicableMe1

Published: Feb 6, 2015

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I'm screaming for help
At the top of my voice,
But no one can hear me
For the other loud noise
Because I'm not alone
In my pleas and my cries,
In my suffering and misery
And my aching goodbyes.
But try as I may
All the world has gone deaf.
It seems no one can care
For a poor girl's final breath.
So I'm ripping my lungs
For a plea that's in vain.
I will be strangled with muteness
And be driven insane.

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PinkLemonade612

Dec 3, 2015

Well written. I can sympathize with the depressing aspect; I've written some pretty gruesome stuff myself, but not half as good as this! It's a work of art.

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