I won't listen anymore. I'm not here to wash your
LEIGH: try to wake up with a smile on your
Hey mom, what's that? You never told me about them.
I don't like school at all. They set me up
The winter months begin to fade as I watch you
They plan each move. We're blind and deaf. Can we
Numbed in daggers. Choked by silence. Hear my voice it's
LEIGH: Words are lost. We tend to believe we have
November, missed the train and the chance to say what
LEIGH: It's funny with all the turbulation I'm over it.
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