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Little refuge
I can find
Thoughts scream out loud
In my mind
Their voices, not mine
Telling me where to go and what to do
Through me they are looking for what they couldn't find
I try to run, but they are there
On my heels, they drag me to my knees
I cry, but I know this I cannot stop
I can no longer beg them please
Resistance is futile, for they don't care
The toll they take on me I will not share
Bottle it up until the day I die
Say I'm fine, though that's a lie
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