Who try to understand you.
Who listen to the words you speak.
Who remember stories of things you've done.
But then,
There are those people,
Who don't try to understand; they just do.
Who don't remember stories you've told; they were there.
Who don't listen to the words you say; they listen to the ones you don't.
And those are the people,
Who will always mean the most.

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But then
There are those people,
Who try to stalk you.
Who listen to evey word you speak, which is kinda weird.
Who remember stories that you didn't intend for them to hear, but, somehow, they heard them anyway.
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