There are moments
My eyes drip
When I remember lost loved ones
When I recall my dreams remain dreams
When I try but all I have to gain is a cry
Sometimes not knowing
If existence had its worth.
When is lonely and all you have is yourself
You wonder if there is value to all the hurt
But a voice whispers. ..
Just one more try
Then I begin to pick the pieces
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