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I want to climb over somewhere high,
Stand at the edge of some cliff,
And rise above some sea
And scream…
So I am tormented by the echoes of my screams
That my healed wounds become broken
My stitched heart bleeds again
And these eyes dry out.
So that the walls I have built collapse
And my soul becomes defenceless.
I want to scream
That my voice dies out
And the world knows
How ruined I am.