Take my hand, as we walk this terrain.
To the place where upon a branch a woman was hanged.
For stealing grain to make bread, ensuring that her children fed.
Look upwards, crane your head, a woman killed for baking bread.
Now, take my hand and look overland, where grains of sand make up this barren land. From barren life hanging in a tree, to barren sand eroded by sea, come to me. Come away child.
Let's build a sand castle and forget the fear in grains and sand.

Yes I laugh. Yes I smile.
But deep down I cry all the while.
Yes people like me. Yes, some love me.
But deep inside I want to shout go away.
Yes, I look sane (whatever that may be)
Yes, I look happy, not in pain.
But, happiness and pain share one thing, tears.
Tears of joy, tears of sadness. One and the same.
I cannot differentiate anymore.
Do you think some people are just born Eeyores? I do. I'm one.
If you always start low there's nowhere to fall.
So, who am I?
I'm a lie.

Within the cloistered silence, a whisper is heard.
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I love you.
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Who spoke those words?
Why did I hear them?
Were they meant for me?
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I love you.
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Deep in the silence they ring as loud as a bell.
Calling to those who need to know that they are loved.
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I whispered those words.
I whispered to my heart.
I whispered and it became a shout.
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Three words that take a lifetime of forever to understand,and believe.
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Pious thunderous silence follow those words,when you believe your whisper.