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it's a sad sight to see someone who you know will; never crumble into pieces   never stop reaching for their dreams     take your demons and make it theirs        keep your secrets until you're ready break down in front of you and tell you how much it hurts the detriment that they've done to themselves the scars that they know won't fade away the dark thoughts and worries that consume them every single day all the words that continue to **** at their fragile hearts the words that strike them as they try to shield you from it every. single. day. but what, pray tell, should you do in this kind of situation? 'are you okay?' no    'you need help.' i know      'stop overreacting.' i know 'you're fine.' no   'you should get some pills.' i know      'go to a psychiatrist.' i know comfort them and say they're fine when they're really not? pray tell, how do you handle the tears that spill out of their tear ducts like a cataract? it's never going to get treated it'll come back time and time again when my walls are down so, pray tell, how would you deal with this train wreck?
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Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 11:26 AM UTC
pray tell
it's a sad sight to see someone who you know will; never crumble into pieces   never stop reaching for their dreams     take your demons and make it theirs        keep your secrets until you're ready break down in front of you and tell you how much it hurts the detriment that they've done to themselves the scars that they know won't fade away the dark thoughts and worries that consume them every single day all the words that continue to **** at their fragile hearts the words that strike them as they try to shield you from it every. single. day. but what, pray tell, should you do in this kind of situation? 'are you okay?' no    'you need help.' i know      'stop overreacting.' i know 'you're fine.' no   'you should get some pills.' i know      'go to a psychiatrist.' i know comfort them and say they're fine when they're really not? pray tell, how do you handle the tears that spill out of their tear ducts like a cataract? it's never going to get treated it'll come back time and time again when my walls are down so, pray tell, how would you deal with this train wreck?
everyone has a secret that they can't- won't- tell. they know they need help, they know they should get help, but maybe they have something in their lives right now that's stopping them from getting any.
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Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 11:26 AM UTC
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