Pieces of Me
How can I try to explain
The wave of emotions
Washing over me
It's getting harder to breathe.
I know what you want
Something that would require turning back
Try as I might, I can't seem to give
For this free-spirit won't cease to exist.
You have made me learn that comfort
Exists in many different forms
Two people who mean the world to me
I wish for you both to be free.
What if that man was my dad? The similarities were uncanny - the built, the face. His children are all abroad, and all he's got is his wife. The tantrums and need for attention are perfectly justified.
I hate to think and speculate. It makes me hesitant to pursue my future.
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