The Last Chord

Please God Save me. I need to become 16 so I can leave. I need to leave. I am tearing apart inside, I am going to blow up, I need to speak, I need a voice. I need to go. Well it looks like I'm not going to get anywhere at the moment so I'm just going to have to suffer silently.

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