I crumpled to my knees
under your watchful eyes
i felt as though i could go no longer
but you made me
I knew not why, and i complained
You picked me up when i was weakest
you kept pushing me
you kept making me go
and for what reason?
at the end of the road
i stood where i had always wanted to
and i looked at you
because i know it was due to you
Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 10:16 PM UTC
I crumpled to my knees
under your watchful eyes
i felt as though i could go no longer
but you made me
I knew not why, and i complained
You picked me up when i was weakest
you kept pushing me
you kept making me go
and for what reason?
at the end of the road
i stood where i had always wanted to
and i looked at you
because i know it was due to you
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