A Quiet Listener

March 30, 2016

I have so many things to say....

Still the fees of life I have to pay....

Many times I cry myself to sleep at night...

Hoping in the morning things will be alright....

I hold my teddy bear and start to whisper...

Because its the only quiet listener....

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