This feels like a place in time,
That is something just to wade through.
My focus, as it always is,
Is doing my utmost to protect you.
I’m trying so very hard,
I’m balancing demands,
But so much of this life,
Is pure out of my hands.
I sit here and I hope,
That my best was good enough,
And hope this thing, somehow,
Makes us the better kind of tough.
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