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Nov 2013
I had the world on a string,
All within my hand,
But I grasped too tight,
And my love slipped through my fingers.
I thought I had it all figured out,
But I dwelled too long on my thoughts of the future,
And I lost sight of the present.
Now I stand here alone,
Tears in my eyes,
Hiding behind a mask with a smile.
No one needs to see my pain,
My broken heart.
I feel so lost,
A wandering hermit shall be all I am known as,
Feeling only like a failure,
A hero,
A prince,
No longer.
Written by
Alex Caldwell
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