To know that, all along I tried,
Despite my instinct to run and hide,
To know that, really, I was dying inside,
But still I carried on.
To know that, through the raging storms,
Although my heart was ripped and torn,
To know that, truthfully, my soul was torn,
But still, I carried on.
To know that weeks turned into years
With hastened and uncontrollable fears,
To know that, however I may have appeared,
Still, I carried on.
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