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He stands there hurting But refuses to cry out. Life goes by, But I look up. He can’t stand anymore But says sleep was a stranger. Life smiles along, But I can’t go on. He never sleeps But claims it isn’t that bad. Life says he is introverted, But I make conversation. He pushes and receives injury But says he can play. Life agrees and hands him a ball, But I give him a worried look. He won’t tell me anything I don’t know how to get the truth. Life won’t let him be And I can only be for him.
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Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 9:10 AM UTC
The Same He: Posing for the World
He stands there hurting But refuses to cry out. Life goes by, But I look up. He can’t stand anymore But says sleep was a stranger. Life smiles along, But I can’t go on. He never sleeps But claims it isn’t that bad. Life says he is introverted, But I make conversation. He pushes and receives injury But says he can play. Life agrees and hands him a ball, But I give him a worried look. He won’t tell me anything I don’t know how to get the truth. Life won’t let him be And I can only be for him.
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Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 9:10 AM UTC
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