I Heard

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With a glass held to my ear

and my head pressed to the wall

I listened to them

They think I'm asleep

I should be in bed but

here I am listening to them

They don't think I can hear them

They don't know that I know now

I hear them speak of me

My ears bleed from the news

My brain begs to leave

but my body stays still

They will never know I heard

I know now I will leave

All because I decided to listen


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