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He Was the Answer
All questions lead to a man
whose steady grasp on me
seems to carry on through
violent sea storms
and massive volcanic eruptions
They tell me breathe easy
but my paw is caught in string
He'd rather be alone than live in a world with me
we exist in the silent routine
with lies on our faces
and misplaced hatred
the fact that he doesn't need me
is what gnaws at me the most
because that's what I crave
to appear independent
but to need
and be needed
to be somebody's someone
instead, I'll just move on
