Haunt
Sometimes feelings fade into clouds of sorrow
And how I wish I wasnt brave
Enough to face the truth,
Which will always haunt me
When you arent here with me.
These feelings slowly slip away and I feel
My power stripped from me.
As the clouds circle around
The truth become clear,
Suddenly brave I am not.
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