Would you think less
If my pains inside were stronger
Than any exterior
If my lows were so deep
The highs are imagined
If I smiled outside
But cried inside until I cried outside
A cold wind seems to blow at times
Rest seems impossible
Atlas needs to shrug
But instead chooses to respond with "I'm good"
Because he has to be.
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Sgt.- Please send me your cell number, I can't find it. I need to discuss the Stanley Mc. situation immediately.
Chris
clantrip@lantripgroup.com
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