All the things these days used to be,
Are no longer.
A part of me feels guilt. Only a part.
I’m now stronger.
I would work for your happiness,
And see it not met.
I would work even harder.
I would worry, fret.
I do feel some guilt.
Something’s gone.
But now I must be met half way,
For me to push on.
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