Will you stand next to me when I’m broken? Or will you go somewhere else - to let me be alone To let me be private To let me grieve, to be shaken, to be less than perfect So your vision of me isn’t marred So you can remember the good times Me healthy Me laughing. Or can you stand next to me when I’m broken And remember me laughing And see me in tears, voice shaking Body broken Scar...
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