little girl i heard about you
and i heard you're not ok.
don't go away.
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he didn't mean it,
i know when he means it
and he didn't mean it.
it gets hard as we get older
to know why his brain gets so hard,
why it presses so much on his shoulders
on his fist.
he didn't mean it,
i remember sitting on the sidewalk,
refusing to go inside
until he stopped meaning it
and started to think.
he didn't mean it
not with you
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wish i knew what to tell you
wish i knew what to say
but i mean it,
don't go away, stay.
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