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Nov 2015
I wish you would tell me when you were sad.
We could lay under warm, fuzzy blankets
and complain about how ****** the world is.

You think I don’t understand,
how one person can hold so much distress,
but I promise I do.

I know I can never stop you from being unhappy,
but I can stop you from being alone.
(i.s.)
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   Maha Salman
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