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148. Somehow

Somehow is but a word
When no effort is afforded

Why do you fail to take action
When you know what you must do

If you were but a house
Your windows would be boarded

To protect you from the unknown?
There is no phantom after you

I’ve known you the most
Throughout these long years

I confess you are a little strange
Especially when you make that smile

But you’re the best friend I could have
Despite your faults and fears

For aside from your decision to delay
You’ll always go the extra mile


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