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4d
So you’re sad, you vent your day
I listen close and let you say
Your woes, your anger, all your pain
Aren’t you glad I’m here to stay?

The next day I have a try
I start to state my thoughts awry
You chose to look right past my pain
And state your mess despite my cries

You shove your weight all on my back
Your woes drag down, your caring lacks
Up grows my struggle and my pain
I need rest soon or else I’ll crack
People love hearing themselves speak. I wish they tried to listen more.
Pippa Christie
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Pippa Christie  18/F
(18/F)   
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