I've been lifting up rocks for days,
searching for places to hide.
I don't have the strength to face the feelings
that are sure to pour out from inside.
I need you now more than I did then,
cause when everything starts getting harder,
I used to run straight to your open arms.
My best friend, my hero, my father.
I've been working on this for a month.
I'm stuck.
input?
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