I sit in the corner flashlight by my side as the light slowly fades and the darkness closes in.
I sit and I think of a way to win.
This battle is one usually done alone.
But for me i know
That as the first tear begins to slip,
You'll be running in with grace,
You'll sweep me off my feet,
and carry me away.
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