You dont realise its dependant,
some days i fall down,
you stopped holding out your
hand too pull me outta this,
wreckage a long time ago,
this feeling you call hate,
just doesnt bring me pain anymore,
no not anymore,
we're gunna get through this,
i can do this alone,
more painful alone,
I will get through this.
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I agree with J.P, atrue cry from the heart. is lovely written.