They don't get you. They don't get when you need time off and when you need to be held. They don't even get the right way to hold you. They don't get why you scream when you do as tears roll down your eyes. They don't get what goes on in your head. They don't get why you speak what you say. They don't get why a song kicks your spirit high or when it drowns your soul in. They don't get how you stop breathing one instant and sigh the next. They don't get how a little scene of daily scenarios make you howl for hours. They don't get why stop while walking and look towards the sky. They don't get why you shut out the world one day. They don't get it why you light it up the next day. They don't get how a day can drag you down or how a night invigorates you. They don't get why your silence speaks volumes. They don't get your mind. They don't get your heart. They don't get your soul.
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