Walking through another day,
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Some how it seems so strange,
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Though it should be the same
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I still don’t know when that horrible day will come.
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Sometimes it feels lonely inside,
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When there is laughter outside,
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Everything so complicated no one gets it...or cares.
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But, then she will come and some how it seems bearable even normal.
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No words can describe how thankful I am to her....or him,
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They keep me going though they don’t see it.
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We keep on living and...I know some day it will change...�
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