I hate when I'm up late and can't sleep!!
You beg and you plead that I say how I feel,
I can see in your eyes what your words don’t reveal.
You stop with your prodding before I can speak,
Your front is impressive, but inside you’re weak.
You know well enough not to push me too far...
You pick at the scabs, but don’t mention the scars.
If I opened
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