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Why do they put up with you? They're told to build walls. Yet you break them all. They never meet the bar.   You say cry or scream or smile Then accuse of weakness.
You took them over us       Guys, Men all for lust
I feel like I am drowning, like I am suffercating under the silence, under the last breath I breathe
I remember the shouting. Hearing the screams behind closed doors.
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