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 Please help ’cause its the middle of the day,

and the sun’s rays are not falling on face.

Headcase, I may be for following the shadows,

but what choice do I have?

I’m in a hole with no ladder.

I look up to the floor and I see it where it fell through,

and I know that this is me when I don’t have you.

I’ve tried so hard to mask my pain and all my scars,

but is it still okay for me to come running to your arms


-A reflection from a time of dependency.



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