I never told you, I love you, enough
That why I keep writing about my grief
I am full of shame that I grew tired
As I wanted some control or protection for you
I wanted so much for you to see my success
But I kept giving up
Until I decided I needed to pursue it
I wonder if you are see it
One brick from the wall removed
I am waiting it to fall
Until it does, I’ll continue to hit my head
Against it
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Gripping and raw. Excellent read. TFS