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Whisper to me... yet again,
I miss the sound of your voice,
Your gentle caress... as the wind touches my skin,
I never had a choice.

So much love... inside that tiny heart of steel,
All the misery,
All the pain,
It's too much to reveal.

So easy to bruise,
So reluctant to show it,
So I write down my pain,
Suddenly I think I'm a poet.

Where does it all lead to?
Does it ever end?
And if it does...
Will we still end up...
That simple word...
Called friend?