I know I look outward,
When I’m aching inside.
I know I look for warmth,
When there is ice on the tide.
I will smile and be joyous,
For your beautiful heart,
And do my very best to hide,
That I am torn, almost apart.
This is not what I wished for,
Not what I wanted to see,
But I have responsibility,
I am, me.
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