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Apr 2015
You will not see the smile turning upside down/You will see just a smile waver at the corners of my mouth

You will not hear my screams of despair/You will only hear a fake laugh

You will not see  my fist slammed into a wall in anger/You will see a small gesture. A wave, nod or shrug

You will not hear my begs and pleas for explanation/You will hear nothing

You will not see my tears filled with pain and fear/You will see tired eyes looking for rest
Little Nightingale
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Little Nightingale
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