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Mar 2013
Too much I care for the wayward soul.

Whose life is lost, with no control.

The drugs, the fears & drunken calls.

Their  lives are drenched in alcohol.

I can't stop now, I must go back.

I fear the love they seem to lack.

I'll save you boy, just trust me now.

I can't just sit & watch you drown.

You fell so deep in empathy, living life worthy of sympathy.

I see through it all, I know you too well.

I know you're hurt, your heart isn't well.

You'll hurt me, fine that's ok. But always your heart, I'll long to save.

Intentions pure but your actions a shame.

Do you see it now? You're living a game.

You're two strikes out, one left to go.

Come back now, you're all but close.

Your friends you say? They're merely pawns.

If they cared at all, they'd point out the cons.

Of your up all nights & drunken slur.

With your heart now, you must concur.

Darling, if you never chase your dreams, you'll never catch them.

Never live them.

Never feel them.

Never know the potential you had.
Brittany Jackson
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