I'm here, my dear.
I'll give my heart, so pure.
My love is only yours.
So please, don't close the door.
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I'm here, my sweet child.
I don't know why it hurts everytime you smiled.
Why are you so tired?
I beg of you please speak.
My sweet.
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I'm here, my dear friend.
If you need I'll bend.
I'll help you fend.
I'll be here while you mend.
So please don't pretend.
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I'm here, my dear owner and friend.
I'm unable to speak, but I hope to comfort you.
I saw, you crying and breaking, Oh I knew.
They can speak, Oh yes they can.
But I can help you amend.
I'll stick to you like glue.
By your side.
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I'm here.
Even if I can't talk or maybe I can.
I can't watch you sere.
And I don't know when it began.
You should know we care.
But I'm here.
We are here.
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I wish to be here for myself.
It seems the saying, give one enough rope and they'll hang themself, was right.
But no longer can I hurt them.
This is my end in itself.
To help oneself.
To enjoy oneself.
To find oneself.
To express oneself.
No longer shall I forget my self, to lose myself to that noise in my head.
So little by little, even if it's baby steps, let me follow all of their threads.
You see there's alot of things ahead.
You could say I was hanging by a thread.
But I'm still here.