I have held my breath, at most of my pain
Could there be another day, I often wonder
Kinder to me once, only if once
Yet as each day dawns, I know so well
Your thoughts shall find me, rip my mind apart
Somedays are passed in mindless self uttering
Holding my head above the flood of my loss
At such, all there is left to do is wade
Remind myself that I have been hopeful,
Much of me though has been hopelessly lost
And yet I seem to contain the sadness of past
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