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there's a depth to my sorrow
one i'd like to forgive
it brings hollowness to joy
and allows me to be let down
again and again and again

it makes me needy
it makes me weak
it makes me pathetic
and un-developed
and dramatic
and forgettable

through all the ups
despite all the downs
it stays watchful
ready to insecurely defend it's self
and it's right to remain

who else has been
as loyal
as comforting
as threatening
as he