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... love huh
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... love huh
its kinda sick being told that your loved
then they go take you and shove
when you need them no one is there
hard to feel like any one really cares
its just me and my son
he is the only one
with uncondisinal love for me
that i can truely see
i have to stay strong for him
this mental fight i must win
i dont want to fade im all he has here
when the darkness creeps near
he is the light that pulls me through
thats somthing i always knew
no matter what happens i have to be strong
not for me but for him dont get me wrong
im fighting for us
but i feel like i got hit by a bus
yet i still get up and fight
i have to because thats whats right
i wont let this keep me down
wont give in to the satasfaction to frown
this is what i have been delt
and i know what i have felt
time and time again over the yearsno way to count all the tears
but what dont kill you makes you stronger
to tell you the truth that person couldnt of been wroner
it only makes you colder
and years only make you older
the trick to it all is not to die
and not to cry
thats what makes you in to what i must be
now after all this that i can see
Submitted on 2011-04-10 11:48:27
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the flow was... crunchy (te-he) i'm so glad your willing to that for your son, good job on the poem
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