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Nov 2015
Tired eyes? Tired brain,
I'm not sick. I'm not insane.
You ask what's wrong, it's all in vain,
Since I'm not hurt. I'm not in pain.

Listen to me.

Weary smile? Weary heart,
I'm not sick. Not torn apart.
You say I lie, I say it's art,
Since I'm not used. I'm just not smart.

Listen to me!

Bitter tears? Bitter soul,
I'm not sick. Life takes its toll.
You want to help, it's not your role
Since I'm not cracked. I'm still a whole.

I said listen!

No.

Please.

Why?

I have something to say.

Go on.

You're sick. Stop denying it.
There's clearly something wrong.
It's all a lie and there's no art.
Let me help you heal.


No.

Please, let me help you heal.

No!

Before it's too late.

It already is.
I'm very cold today.
Something Quiet
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Something Quiet  UK
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