THOSE WORDS

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You speak frequently,
I listen carefully.
I remember the words you say,
Even if it hurts me in a way.

Crying in the middle of the night,
Hoping someone will hold me tight.
Tell me that everything's going to be alright.
But, there's no one to give me delight.

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