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Sep 2013
We know your secrets, we've drowned in your tears
You've damaged our ears with your loud cries
We cradle your cranium and support your spine
We don't ask for much but a little freshing up and a new coat of paint
We never leave you, we never lie, we never ask, we're your punching bag
you don't even know it
but you need us
Good night

yours truly
The pillow.
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