I walk down the halls. As silent as stone. A statue befallen.
Crushing a throne. A whisper in a crowd. About me and who I am.
Saying all these things So very loud. A yell in the darkness. A
tree that's fallen alone. Tell me why do you say things about me.
That iv always known. Can you hear the tree,yes. But it is alone.
Falling down into. The leaves of it's home. It's dead and gone. So
what happens next. It is soon devoured. By the insects. Just like
me. Who slowly disappears. When I have hate. Whispered into my
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