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You don’t talk too much,
But we share more than you know.
Are you here now?
I know I’m not alone.
You’re too weak…
Where’s your peace of mind?
There’s no room for strength here
‘Cause it’s too hard to find.
I don’t feel too pretty now…
So you sit in silence to face the pain.
And cries are all that are heard.
You won’t hear laughter again.
You’re too precious.
Go away.
July 31, 2003