There's things that happen without reason, things unexplained feelings and pain that flow like the seasons. -How do I cope with this pain inside, I just want to crawl into a hole and die. -These games, these things need to be explained. The return of the relentless ripping of my love has my soul blood stained. -Drips drips, tears, tears fall but puddling on the ground, deeper and deeper it rises and in my own sorrow I drown. -Feelings of relief overwhelmed my mind, that this may be the end of my time. -Then memories begin to flow like the blood from the rip in my heart. Voices from afar yell out we can not let you part. -It was the voices of two little boys saying, daddy you're going to be all right. -A smile runs across my face, brief and only half, so I keep on going cause they need me in their life to guide their path.
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