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Smother My Cries

I am from hateful glares
and cold stares.
I am from misled trust
and never ending lust.
I am from stolen powers
and scentless flowers.
I am from hushed screams
and one man teams.
I am from unshed tears
and hidden fears.
I am from screamed lies
and darkened skies.
I am mothered
but it seems I am only meant to be
Smothered.

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