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On a Saturday morning, I got the terrible news
Receiving distressing news on a Saturday morning
And I don't want to end up with what the others went through
Desire to avoid the negative experiences others faced
So I try to keep it out of sight
Attempting to keep the problem hidden
Disguise the fright, and hope that no one sees inside
Disguising fear, hoping it remains unnoticed
Now, I'm stuck with the feeling that I'm not at my best
Feeling suboptimal or not at one's best
And maybe all of my theories only add to the mess
Speculation that personal theories contribute to the confusion
Phantom sightings flash through emptiness
Ghostly apparitions appearing in emptiness
They hide what's missed before I know it
Concealing what has been overlooked before realization
Watch the rain on melting snow
Observing rain on melting snow, a metaphor for change
When something's lost, you always know
Awareness when something is lost
Somewhere, soon, I'll have to grow
An anticipation of personal growth in the near future
But after all of this thinking, I feel the same as my youth
Despite introspection, feeling unchanged from youth
I'm always looking for answers, never wanting the truth
Constant pursuit of answers while avoiding uncomfortable truths
Chasing down a train already missed
Persistently chasing unattainable goals or missed opportunities
I can't resist the hope I cling to
Unable to resist holding onto hope despite challenges
Watch the rain on melting snow
Recurrence of the metaphor of rain on melting snow
When something's lost, you always know
Recognition of loss as an inevitable part of life
It's not because I lost control
Denial of losing control over a situation
Somewhere, soon, I'll have to grow
Reiteration of the expectation for personal growth in the future
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