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Stories

What about the stories you aren’t even telling to the friend who’s never swaying—
I can still see you twirling around in your little pink dress saying
I want to be an engineer one day
Now everyone knows that dreams slip away
But invisible dreams can keep on slaying.

I think you’re always laughing and playing
But that is only you obeying;
Your tender iron heart’s decay;
What about the stories you aren’t even telling?

When you were sitting alone: I asked you once what you were weighing
And you said you wished everybody would stop preying
On the people who portray
Something different from your cliché.
I heard what you were saying—
Now what about the stories you aren’t even telling?




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