Failure

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Such a failure over and over and over. I wish I just use my voice.  It’s just she’s never talked. She had somebody’s hand over her mouth.  That’s what it feels like.  That hand is still there.  When I go out into society I just got to remember they can’t see what I’m seeing.  Can’t see what I’m thinking.  Tell me in safe.

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