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Deaf
My ears are open
Everything is clear
People who talk make me tear.
I am a victim and wittness of a crime
Not bloody nor messy
A verbal crime.
They think of me as deaf
The evil do not know I ease-drop
For that, I'm considered dumb.
There is no one who can defend me
No one who would.
If I speak, they laugh
It is hopeless
Can they not give the innocent a chance?
