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I tried to write a poem
about how happy you make me
but I'm so lost for words
second chances
are for the lucky
they don't come very often
so I am going to make sure
I don't mess this up again
a cigarette in it's box
toys stuck in plastic
paint in the can
the girl inside of you
the happy one
we are all
*trapped
Dad
talking things out
has seemed to work for me
cause the more I ask
the more I find out
the more answers
I have to my problems
and I have found the root
of my anxiety
and my desire from perfection
but don't be surprised
because
*you are the root to my problems
alone in the mind
so focused on big things
tests
friends
life ahead
job
that when you walk in
try not to ***** her
for she is always afraid
this cold weather
does nothing but remind me
of little parts of you
and the only warm thing
is the smile I have
when I finally left the cold
I think we all love a good book
because we get into it
and escape
*reality
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