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If I were to go outside and scream at the top of my lungs

Someone would call the police and they'd reach me in minutes.

And yet people get kidnapped and raped every day.



If I were to cry tears that turned into diamonds

I would have millions there to comfort me

And yet normal tears are nothing of importance.



If I were to die right at this minute

I would have a lot of people at my funeral

And yet I still would be forgotten,in time, like all the rest.