they tell me
they tell me
not to grieve you.
they tell me
you aren't worth anything.
i've tried;
i've tried;
i've cried.
you were always on my mind
with everyone after you.
you were always on my mind
in every distracting thing i could do.
they tell me
but i cannot bend an ear,
save for the revelry in good cheer.

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