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She can hear the screams everywhere she turns, they pound into her head until she can't take it anymore. Lying there at night she can't help but cry all those wasted years are quickly passing her by. Silence is not broken From those who wish to speak She keeps a smile on her face To pretend that she is not weak As the dam slowly fills All these thoughts are far too great For the tears that fall It is far too late Inside the head All Hell breaks loose And you would not suspect a thing Until you saw the noose.