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Such turmoil
What a small soul
such fear
That one small person can hold

How can one person
shed so many tears
How can one soul
scare away all her fears

Faced wuth pain
everyday of her life
There must be an escape
Theres always a knife

Such wrath is put apon her
The weight is just to much
There must be an outlet
There must be a crutch

Into the darkness
One must only go
Perhaps in the future
She'll be found in this hell hole