Im sure that I
will understand you,
When I get older
but I dont think
I can wait until then,
Everytime I try
to compromise,
You always turn it
into a conflict,
I'd rather say nothing at all,
Because Im always
at the edge of your cliff,
And I always fall,
Im muted
Of no words to tell,
For every solitary mumble
I murst,
Is drout.
 
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