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I want to talk to you.
About the moon shining so bright,
about the scary noise outside my window,
about the new song I can’t stop singing,
about that unsettling feeling in my heart,
about that fear you’ve been hiding,
about that worry that keeps you awake,
about nothing,
about everything.
I know you’re not ready.
But I want to talk to you,
So I’ll pull up a chair next to mine and wait till you want
to talk too.
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