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The girlThe girl who comes over every Friday night,
her husband must be lucky cause she's such a sight.
She even seems to like me and she's so polite,
her face is so beautiful and she's full of delight.
Her husband doesn't like her which is such a score.
Maybe they'll break up and then she'll like me more.
She'll come to the store crying and that's when I'll go for
the girl who's always happy when she comes to my store.
-Sam the grocer (character from "Lamb to the Slaughter" by Roald Dahl)
Hear me.When I cry you cannot see me.
When I scream you cannot hear me.
If I die you cannot help me.
If I need you, you won't be there.
I don't know if you really love me.
I don't know if you're even there.
I don't know if I'm really happy.
If I am you still won't care.
If I'm depressed who will I talk to,
when I suffer from neglect?
If I'm envious of my torture,
is denial in effect?
I'm relieved of our satisfaction.
We're both lonely and ashamed.
Ignoring one another
just to feel each other's pain.
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