and tell me it's okay?
hush the lies
and make them go away?
black out the noise, the gossip, the pesky little people
the things that don't make sense?
i beg you dear, don't let it hurt.
make it fast, quick, hurried.
then end the whole deal
and all will be settled.
my rightful place will be fulfilled.
Away, different, separate.
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