grow weary
with all the sadness
you feel
you make me
get teary
with all the trouble
you face
if i could
trace back
to when i
first met you
i'd think harder
about following you
always
the victim
always
the hurt one
the child in the corner
with all the bandaids
on her knees
don't you know
how tiring it is
picking you up
again?
over and
over again
smiling and saying
"there there"
when i want to be
anywhere
but near you
(sigh)
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