I am the children and the children are me.
We are angry with trying and trying and never getting it right.
We are tired of trying.
We are tired of trying.
We are angry, angry, angry.
We are tired, tired, tired.
We have no more hope.
She will never stop.
She will carry on wanting more and more and more from us.
She will never die because she lives in our head even when we are not with her.
He will never stop.
He will carry on taking more and more and more until he kills us because he lives in our body, even though he has been gone a long time.
They will never stop and we are tired, tired, tired of trying to do what we can't do and trying to make them stop.
We cannot win.
We don't want to try any more.
We don't want to fight them any more.
They will stop only when we die because then they can't reach us any more.
I am the children and the children are me, and we want to go somewhere where they can't reach us any more.
I am the children and the children are me. and we want to die.
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