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I thought i'd aught to find you

while you were hiding in a nightmare

 

I lived a nightmare hiding from them

While you were dreaming of finding me there

 

There where it all began

There where you first found me

curled in a ball of guilt, frustration,

loneliness, shell "I go on"

whispers the demonic thoughts as the

heart of glass begins to crack under the words

"Your not worthy" it shouts aloud

 

but there you found me

curled in a ball and fighting the war within

There you speak your first "Proud" moment

"Hi, Baby"

while others are trying to sperate the meaning

from the feeling

 

curled up in a ball is where you found me

up high on your shoulders is where you lifted me

there where lost is no longer a feeling but a simple word

here is where I still fight the war within

 

but I no longer fight alone

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