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 Apr 2018
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These types of things use to make me lay down and cry
Now I just sit here and sigh
Wondering full of despair
How we ever got here
Once the reason for my smiles
Now the reason for my tears

Holding my head up straight
Not letting my crown fall to far
Whispering words of encourage
To the soul inside

I am enough
And always will be adequate
Your actions and words have not strength now
For I have built this confidence of armor
To keep my feet flat on the ground

— The End —