She speaks to me fondly of passions and talents,
Guitar and stars,
Then stops short
And apologises for speaking at all.All because somewhere in her life,
Someone she loved broke her heart
By ignoring her beautiful words
And telling her to shut up,
Keep it down,
Nobody cares.People aren't born sad.
We make them that way.
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