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It's hard to describe
the emotional pain
I'm trying to hide
believe me, I've tried
to live, to enjoy-
this life, my life
but you're gone
and there's no one
to be proud of their son
Distractions are fickle
since the emotions still trickle
cracks are forming
My mind is storming
Tears are welling
The tide is swelling
When the wall fail and fall
& I can't stand strong and tall
Will you hold my hand?
By my side, will you stand?
Or will you step aside
Letting me slide
Into the deep, cold void?

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 17, 2022 ⏰

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