Quiet plight

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They won't talk, they never share
They don't show but they always care,
The sight is woeful, present is a nightmare,
Their love is real and rare.

Their situation is unfair
Which they never share,
Like a broken glass their plight,
never finds the light.

The shine which they require to shine bright,
Their life revolves in vast emptiness,
when they're alone in extreme coldness.

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