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This is my final sob
From hiding my sentiments;
It is a weary job
Without having independence;
I have no one to tell;
I need to understand,
That in love is where I fell,
And I want to be a strong man.

Weep no more...

This is my final cry
From the feelings that decrees;
I really need to sigh
As tension lessens in degrees;
I've been restrained
For such a long period of time,
And I channeling love gained,
Because it's for being a mime.

No need to exult anymore...

This is my final outburst
From the fear of being loved;
I've partaken to the worst,
And I now have what I dream of;
A woman who love me for me,
She makes me feel so alive;
Made me feel sexy if I was ugly;
She healed me by love to revive.

She is what I'd hoped for...

This is my weep of sorrow,
Only tears of joy may fall now;
As I look in her eyes for tomorrow,
I no longer have to cry somehow.