Passage; Exitmusic
We carry our own crosses and I can see how terribly hunched your back is from all the weight burdened on your shoulders with no sign of help from anybody within proximity. You look so helpless in the corner, positioned like a fetus. I can see right through you and all the pain you try to hide. You're looking for someone who can understand you and listen to all the things you have to say but you have to take the initiative to say something, anything, even a little quip. I can only try hard enough and do so much because I can never fully let go of the terrible emotions you let me feel despite how much you've changed through the years.
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