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Mar 2017
It's killing me to see you like this
though the bliss has ended,
the fences are still being defended.
So don't pretend you're not allowed to hurt
everybody knows it's worse.
Don't listen to a word they say
dreams don't go away,
though the world may bury cuts
these wounds will heal the same.
Don't listen to a word they say
you won't feel the same.
Don't listen to a word they say
bruises will heal away.
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