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The walls have ears
and this paper shed tears
this pen in my hand, bleeds
for me.
Their pain, their happiness
their sorrow, their tomorrow
it all depends on me.
Our laugh
Our love
it all depends on us
they love me more than they should 
and I've shared with them more than i should. 

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