As I'm waiting here to hesitate Fingers pushing down my doubts They're digging so deep down That artificial ignorance begins to worry ~Do you need help of any kind?~ ~I sense you are impaired~ Oh yes, I am, I sigh. But the only thing you can do Isn't much of help to me The only thing you can do Is amplify my words What good would it do To scream out "silence" now?Birth sign: Capricorn
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