𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑴𝒆

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I look perfectly fine
A smile on my face
I seem happy, but
That isn't the case

Every time I fall
I pick myself up
I always tell myself
That I am enough

But it's getting harder
My steps slowing down
I've gotten up so often
I don't make a sound

There's beauty, they say
In every tear I shed
But will it be beauty
When I'm actually dead?

I am so tired of falling
And standing on my own
I will not give up,
No stand, even with a groan

I'm not going to quit
There's too much I can be
l just wish, just one time
Someone else would carry me

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