Her words don't forget
How being heard felt
They reach deep inside
Her quietest disquiet
Hoping to consult those
That went before them
Those that scarcely recall
What they once said
That stay alive
By playing dead.
How being heard felt
They reach deep inside
Her quietest disquiet
Hoping to consult those
That went before them
Those that scarcely recall
What they once said
That stay alive
By playing dead.
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