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Hear
Hear my story
My happy sad story.
Tales of a girl killed before she
had a chance at this thing called
life.
Listen, amidst the tears you will
hear the voice of a broken one
trying to explain this thing called
pain.
Look, beyond the facade of cheer-
fulness you will see the shreded
soul dealing with this thing called
sorrow.
But no, you're too busy being human
you fail to see that I have no idea how
to be one although I am considered the
best of all.
If you would stop in your tracks for a
little while, just a little while:
to hear my story,
my sad happy story.
TFL
My happy sad story.
Tales of a girl killed before she
had a chance at this thing called
life.
Listen, amidst the tears you will
hear the voice of a broken one
trying to explain this thing called
pain.
Look, beyond the facade of cheer-
fulness you will see the shreded
soul dealing with this thing called
sorrow.
But no, you're too busy being human
you fail to see that I have no idea how
to be one although I am considered the
best of all.
If you would stop in your tracks for a
little while, just a little while:
to hear my story,
my sad happy story.
TFL
Published 28th Mar 2019
Author's Note
Sometimes, all that person wants is to be heard and noticed. I know because I'm often that person.
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