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Drip. Drip. Plop.

My eyes glaze over in tears, and a sad emotion runs through me; I refuse to stop, I can't stop. Not yet. I haven't gotten it out yet. It's just my voice that ecos through their ears. They listen with great attinion. My voice slowly wisks away from my mouth taking my happiness with it. My body cries for what is taken away, My eyes burn with my minds protest.

I'm giving you the only thing I have to give. My voice, though laced in goodness, ecos back to me hollow and empty. Its sad how you seem to soak up the life and spit out the shells. Not once have you noticed the tears that spill down my cheeks every time you ask me to sing.