| Please, know… my sadness goes
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| all the way through.
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| But, please, don’t ever think
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| that I did not believe you.
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| It’s just, when I don’t hear
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| from you in a while,
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| then the old ghost of doubt
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| comes back and haunts my mind.
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| Born from a past, a childhood
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| made for the most part of hurt
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| and pain, and it has come here
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| to show me once more, how it
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| is all repeating again…
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| …that my fragile and sad attempt
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| of finally making a friend
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| has been once more ridiculed,
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| and my trust has been betrayed…
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| …again.
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| Please, do not ever think
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| that I am doubting you.
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| It’s just that my sadness
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| really goes all the way through. |