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more voice; less sound
repetitive speech; and more restless sleep; emplode, through the weeks; one rather not speak; there's so much deceit; each day on repeat;
a dark diary, of pure misery, deep down underneath, grief and agony, is what seems to be, til the day one's deceased....
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