Little do you know.
That I am sad.
But I'm not gonna tell you.
Little do you know.
That I am hurt.
But I'm not gonna tell you.
Little do you know.
That I am tired.
But I'm not gonna tell you.
Little do you know.
That little did I know.
That I somehow resemble my beloved father.
A lot.
But I'm not gonna tell you.
Little do you know.
That day by day.
Little by little.
That I want to break free from this world.
Sooner than I should.
Little do you know.
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