Traces

I’m always going to be there for you

Even when you can’t seem

To meet me half way

Somehow I’ve become attached to you

And though today has weighed heavy

(Tomorrow won’t be much better)

I still find a space in my soul for the chance

That we can make it to the other side

Or am I too hopeful?

Am I too late?

Depression has a trace

Sadness, a root

Lost is just that

Lost

And I just don’t know how to feel

Because I don’t know

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