I didn't know for a long time
What was wrong
What was really going on
I was on the outskirts, trying to look in
Something deep was happening
And I couldn't figure it out
Sleepless nights, random midnight walks
Something was going on, But this something couldn't talk to me
This something couldn't tell me the problem, I couldn't fix the problem.
The problem was hidden, but yet in plain sight.
Some days were good, others were bad
She left for a long time to face the problem...she fought the problem
And she won, and once she won
She told me what was wrong.
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