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Your silence is the only thing that hurts these days
Even though I'm no better....
Im always thinking about you
I'm always worrying if you're safe
Are you okay?
Are you happy or sad?
Are you eating enough?
Are you sleeping enough?
Are you thinking the same about me?
I worry about your answers so much I get sick, literally.
But if I mention this, I would only make you sad

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