Will this end?
This persistent hold you have over me.
I've grown up away from you.
Somehow, my mind still wanders to your hands.
Hands holding mine, pushing me away.
I see myself alone, holding little hands, begging you to see.
You could never; you chose your happiness over ours.
Now you see me, them, and us.
A world away, five minutes down the street.
You stay, and I'll go.
I'll take the burden for you, as I always have.
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