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Oct 2012
I don’t remember getting old.
When did the days get so cold,
And all the things I used to care for not matter anymore.

I used to not be afraid,
Of putting everything I had
Into any little thing
And never look back

The days you left behind you weigh you down
And the candle you left lit starts to gets low.
You’ve burned through all your shoes over the past two years
From carrying all that weight.

I’ll never be the man you want me to be,
But I am the man my father taught me to be.
I take aim with my courtesies and hide all my worries,
Deep down in my veins with my endless insecurities

Every piece of me’s been built up from the ground with supports in all directions.
But I’ve taken them all away,
Ever since that day you left that day.
But I don’t think I needed them as much as I think you needed mine.

So I’ll take my life and build it up from the inside.
But if you knew the burdens I carry,
You’d know why I’m timid, broken and careful.
Written by
Gabriel Bermingham
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