What if you could step into my shoes 
Know the things I would choose 
Step into my being 
Know what I'm seeing 
Understand what I'm feeling 
If you made a simple guess 
Would you even come close 
Could you feel all the stress 
Know what it is I fear the most 
Would you still have hope 
Would you still be able to cope 
Would you get mad 
Would you get sad 
Would it be that bad 
With all the things I know 
Would It be enough to grow 
Or would you get stuck 
Would you still believe in luck 
Or would you stand in the rain 
And just wait to be struck
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