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All my years alone i ran from a pain deep down,

of living alone and dying with no one around,

my fears placed writers block by block to make a wall,

so writing a book has taken a backseat while i slowly fall,

i do at times believe in myself,

and other times i think of you til i need help,

it feels like i'm down here looking above

at you and everything that i love,

maybe tomorrow i'll wake up and improvements will start,

i'll put my shoes on and think "i don't have to fall apart",

or baby i could again dream of everything we were, again,

then wake up and realize, again, we're barely friends,

all the words she texts i'll never remember,

cause all i see daily is us smiling last whenever,

then never came sooner one September when you shoved

away one of the few guys who will ever have legit love.