.So loud itâs like no sound. Yelling from behind the glass wall. Faces in the corner, but no sound from their mouths. Soaked up by my soft cries. Strapped down, made to listen. Crafted with pride by baneful hands, never to forgiveâ¦They start the fog machine again. And itâs snowing down cold. I .
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