i stumbled upon an old blog tonight. i miss the old me.

sometimes it becomes difficult to realize what you can hold onto. it would be nice to embrace something more comforting, but it's so difficult to let go. who knows if you will be caught?

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in the eye of a storm
no one can see
save me

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i'm so tired of being here
suppressed by all my childish fears
and if you have to leave
i wish that you would just leave
because your presence still lingers here
and it won't leave me alone

when you cried, i'd wipe away all of your tears
when you'd scream, i'd fight away all of your fears
and i held your hand through all of these years
but you still have all of me

i tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
and though you're still with me
i've been alone all along