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silent night

always voicing my pain,
never loud enough for you;
no hands laid on me
but my heart's black and blue

i go through these trials
but the only outcomes are errors
my faulty awakening
of when i became our repairer

i was always the handyman,
i plugged in any leakage;
yet when you drowned your sorrows
you deemed me as a weakling

and maybe you were right
in your intoxicated state of mind
maybe you held resentment
but i smothered it with affection

so i am indeed weak;
because i never know when to stop
i push and push and push
all until my clock tocks

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