People thrive.
You survive
on the last crumb of bread
he gave you.
He too
has his problems,
but you're not one of them.
Snip the stem,
cut the rope.
You've lost all hope,
please just let me
help him.
You'll thank me later
when times get greater
and when you stop
thinking, "missing."
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Author:
Screaming goat (Pseudonym) (
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