I can tell what you want by the way you move. You seem calmed by my presence, and that's why I'm called, because everyone realizes we are natural friends. It's certainly not a bother, in fact I enjoy being your mind partner. I think you enjoy being mine. When we spend time together, we just listen to the band. They say you can't hear, but why do you love it so much when I sing in your ear? We do not talk of the bad things and that's a good thing. It doesn't mean I don't feel bad for you, cause baby I do. And sometimes, I hide and cry, okay, every day I hide and cry. Why? Because you didn't get the chance. The chance my sons had. And it makes me so very sad. You don't know the difference, but I do. And somehow, I feel that needs to be made up to you. Maybe to make myself feel better. All I can give you is chapstick and time. I hope it's enough.
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