Suppress
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So little I can speak
And less that I can do
To get across to you
Why I feel so weak

And what it is I seek
It's nothing to you
It's nothing, I'm through
I feel so obsolete

I wish I were asleep
I know that I am not
My words remain unspoken

Fallen. Hit by a stray shot
I just want to believe
That I'm bruised, and not broken

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Lupar, in the year 344 AF.