There's a few of me.
You have me in pictures,
I'm text,
But I am not those words
Because I am tears,
Whilst you are not.
You have me in darkness,
And I prefer this to light.
Because she is one of me.
And you can have me in happiness,
In frustration.
And I still remember that you used to hold me,
Shaken.
None of us can make noise
Because all of us our mute.
Let me speak
And I can love you forever.
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