Heard

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I never get heard out,

I never get heard in.

Before I even start to doubt,

no one even listens.

I'm screaming on the inside,

blank on the outside.

On happy days you're there,

on cold nights all you do is stare.

My mind can't read you at all,

yet my heart seems to fall.

The love of lust

the won't and must

from light to dusk.

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