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A Prayer

I'm glad that you are safe
I'm glad that you are sound
I'm glad that you are here
Bu I'm worried about you
You can't do this to yourself
You can't go on pretending
That I don't notice
I can see
You aren't really what you were
Nobody wants to tell me the truth
About you these days
They say you're fine
You just have some tough times
But you're not fine
You are losing your grip
Slipping
Descending
Spiraling
Crashing to the ground
No one will be there to comfort you
They left a while ago
So I just pray you can make it past this
I pray you can have strength
Because if I don't
Who will?
Nobody else knows about this



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