With Me

I was a boy, it appeared

Running or walking, it followed

Crying or laughing, it loomed

It was attached 

I sobbed 

Slowly, it grew  

Quick, I hide it 

Expose it to light

Its a part of me 

I hold its hand and walk the line 

Its embrace is cold

I don't mind 

Until my death 

With me, it stays 


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