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hushed nothings
Silence is loud
A deafening roar
To ears waiting for song
And a heart aching to be loved
Silence is loud
But please, my dear, don't turn away
Mistaking my silence for a stoic farce
When my hands are longing to hold you
A deafening roar
To ears waiting for song
And a heart aching to be loved
Silence is loud
But please, my dear, don't turn away
Mistaking my silence for a stoic farce
When my hands are longing to hold you
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