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I I
I cannot
make you better

Where is my power? Not here.
nobody'swhoiam
Not even a dad, just a guy
These days just a guy

It's your power.
You wield it everytime you dream in bed
but then you stay too long there
And at night, if the wind creaking outside keeps you up
You lay awake there
Fighting the urge to finally take the blame you so richly deserve.


February 5, 2010
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