I play that I am not fragile
You play that you don't see
That's what is scripted
Not one exchange of words is free
I pretend that I'm not broken
You pretend you can't break me
The director tells of smiling
Near and so far, the sky and the sea
My part is one of longing
Yours stays behind your backyard tree
I've never been good at remembering lines
But you still don't hear my unspoken plea
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Yes hello it was formal day at school and my bi butt couldn't handle all the cute people in formalwear.
