I once thought that
If you died
That very moment
I would too.
But now
Whenever you see me
I pray
That it kills you
Inside.

Few can do as you
And smile though meanwhile
The world has got you curled
As you weep yourself to sleep.
You say that you're not brave,
You swear that you don't care,
But in your eyes I see the child
Who still fights through every night.

- p. winter

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