Shell

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It's so loud
All the voices in my head
To be better off dead
I'm filled with regrets

I want to dissociate
To escape this world
Nothing but static
No more thoughts, no more sounds

It's all getting too much
Now hidden in a corner
No more responses
Withering away, slowly

Shut it all out
Turn it all off
The girl I was is gone
Just a shell that still breathes

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