(Wind blowing (?))
(Loud noises)
(Music starts)
(Heated indistinct argument)
(Girl, off) Sometimes someone hurts you so bad...
(Music, indistinct shouting)
(Girl, off) ...it stops hurting at all.
(Music)
(Girl, off) Until something makes you feel again.
(Music)
(Girl, off) And then it all comes back. (1:09)
(Music)
Every word, every hurt,
every moment.
How could you ever understand where I come from?
Even if you ask,
even if you listen,
you do not really hear or see or feel.
You don't remember my story.
You haven't locked my past (check)
You haven't seen what I've seen.
[ReMoved]
(Music, classroom noises)
My past defines me.
This is who I am.
I am
unseen
unheard
unwanted.
That is what I am --
if even I am anything.
(Man yells)
(Girl) It seems like the same things that hold me up
thrust me down.
In a world turned upside down,
in an order disappeared,
nothing is like it's supposed to be
and a heavy sadness filled my soul.
(Woman says something)
(Girl) and deeper I fell
(inaudible) mess off
(Woman) Hello! (inaudible words)
(Girl) And nothing can draw me out.
(Woman) Look at me! (Little boy cries)
(Girl) Trapped in the misery of my life,
lost in the sorrow of my soul,
unable to see the light
unable to see the dawn,
to feel,
to (inaudible)
(Woman) What are you doing, taking my fruit?
(Girl) to dream (check)
(Girl shouts)
(Girl) And I found the darkest days of my life kept coming
(inaudible) of my soul never stopped.
(Girl screams) No!
It seemed like it was always night time, nightmares,
and never morning (6:41)