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Dark You think that I am not listening,
To the words you have to say.
But every night,
You don’t see me as I pray.
And this constant chain of yelling,
Is a warning that this is bad.
Everyone tried to warn me,
Now all I feel is sad.
I know that we are special,
I will love you till I die.
But things are getting worse now,
It’s getting harder now to lie.
But thinking now in silent thought,
The tears fill my eyes.
The only thought to enter my mind;
Can I even try?
