I go on day by day.
In one thought alone, more or less.
"What would happen?"
I ask myself moment by moment.
"Would it really change?"
I feel a strong need, you could say.
To make a different, good or bad.
I could careless what other think.
For only mine that matters most to me.
"If I try to care more?"
I start to grow, into a what I think.
A father, a mother, a care taker.
Its it a shame to change now.
When it was most need before.
After I had ran and hid, left alone.
That feeling, forever going forword.
With no time to ever look back.
As the past hits hard with my wrong doings.
"Can I really be loved, when I never gave any in the first place?"
But where is my answer, I wonder.
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