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The Mentor

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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duncan-weir
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Apr 25, 2012
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