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We were supposed to be a team
The tiny hands I hold,
The little feet I wash,
The sleepless nights,
The confusing crying.
We were supposed to do this together.

I failed to keep you,
But I kept him
And here I am,
Walking dead like a zombie,
Wondering if I'm doing it right.

Does he feel you're not here?
Does he sense my fear?
Does he notice my trembling hands?
Weren't we supposed to do this together?


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