My close friend.
The one I tell little secrets to.
Are you alright?
I miss you.
I am concerned.
Your sweet beautiful soul.
Feels damaged, but is so pure.
Why do you torture yourself?
I am here for you.
I know a voice isn't enough.
I do.
That voice for me is you.
I just want to embrace you.
I feel if I did,
you would suffer no more.
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