I知 the song you turn off quickly
when you get too much of me.
I知 the screaming in your head;
the site you壇 rather not see.
I知 the story in the back round,
unknown to those around.
I知 the lyrics scratched off deeply,
thrown in piles on the ground.
I知 the eyes crossed out in pictures
and the yelling on the phone.
I知 your worst memory of the past,
but the past is now unknown.

 
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