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      he holds my hand

      as the sun rises,

      and the birds are

      returning from the south,

      pink in the horizon.

      i lose myself in

      the changing sky.



      walking along the shore,

      and the ocean

      reflects my misery.

      i am twice as strong now,

      as the sadness builds.



      i lost myself today,

      she turned and ran the other way.

      i went searching for myself,

      and found my past

      and passed my childhood dream.

      i never needed anything

      except myself.

      but i forgot,

      and i searched for years,

      for something more,

      and everything that gave me hope,

      came crashing down.

      i lost myself today,

      she ran the other way

      towards treehouses and tire swings,

      and everything

      i'd left behind,

      when i was searching for myself.

      it all comes back to me.



      i was falling from the moon,

      last night,

      and grabbed some stars along the way

      back down to stable ground,

      but when i crashed,

      they disappeared,

      and left me stranded

      in an unfamiliar place,

      and then i realized

      i was home.

      i was falling from the moon,

      passing through skies of hope,

      and darkness fooled me

      into believing in myself,

      with no concept of time

      or destination,

      but i changed.

      falling from the moon,

      and i am changing now.



      and i am writing you today

      because you changed my life.

      you made me see the hell

      that i'd become,

      and i thank you for the

      misery you caused because

      it made me strong,

      and i thank you for the hatred

      you reinstated, because

      it made me sure.

      you knew just what i liked,

      and how i wanted

      everything to be.

      you gave me my dreams,

      and my visions,

      but most of all,

      you made me see reason.

      i used you to escape

      my past, and for a while there,

      you were my ticket out.

      but then the pain set in,

      and i became weak.

      you stole my youth, and

      gave me battle wounds

      instead of gifts.

      i trusted you and you

      turned my life around,

      so that i was pointing

      in the wrong direction.

      and when i crawled back

      inside my shell,

      you left me with something

      more than i'd bargained for.

      you helped me fight my

      past and my pain, but

      you threw it right back at me,

      with more blood, and

      more tears than i was

      willing to handle.

      you left me so

      damaged that i

      tried in many ways

      to kill myself,

      and succeeded in

      hurting myself more.

      you gave me the

      reason to die,

      without a desire to

      live. and i thank

      you for your kindness

      and your concern,

      when i was struggling

      to exist, because you

      let me come back,

      and be free again.

      then you kicked me out

      into the cold

      when i was least

      expecting, but i knew

      i had to gather strength

      for that long walk home.



      and i'm still walking.

      it's cold,

      and dark,

      and lonely, but i know

      i'll make it home. someday.

      somehow.



      i lost myself today.

      she turned and ran the other way,

      searching for that place in time,

      when my mind was gone,

      but my body stayed

      and received all the blows

      and burns from life.

      she's searching for that

      time to justify everything,

      but that time is gone.

      i lost it while i was out

searching for myself.