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I am tired now mum... Before you died you promised I would be okay... For you I have tried, But without you here, not even perfect can satisfy my desire to make you proud I wear breaking point like a gold star, I have torn myself down so much, That optimism feels like self indulgence And after all this, I still feel like I have failed you
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Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 5:50 AM UTC
To make you proud
I am tired now mum... Before you died you promised I would be okay... For you I have tried, But without you here, not even perfect can satisfy my desire to make you proud I wear breaking point like a gold star, I have torn myself down so much, That optimism feels like self indulgence And after all this, I still feel like I have failed you
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Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 5:50 AM UTC
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