Walking with you
I lost my step
You didn't hold on
into the water I fell
I reached for you
You smacked me away
I cried out for help
You told me to be quiet
I gave you all of me
and it wasn't enough
I wasn't worth saving
I needed you
You needed more
As I come out of the water
all on my own
pardon me if I don't take your hand
you dropped me last time.
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Mud You, You see me with mud covered glasses, feel me with shaky hands, love me with missing pieces, and reach for me with broken arms....
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