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I know sometimes,
Your mind aches,
And your body hurts.

I know sometimes,
Your heart feels weak,
And nothing works.

I know sometimes,
The world seems unfair.
And no one seems to notice,
Or even seem to care.

I’ve been there,
Hell—I still am.
We’re both a little crazy, huh?
But I’m here, I’ll take your hand.

I’ll guide you when you need it,
I’ll listen when you word it.
I’ll tell you the truth,
If you’d let me blurt it.

All I ask in return,
Is for you to be you.
Be strong for yourself,
And have some fun, too.

Love you, Erica.
Now and ‘til the end.
But this poem is lame,
So I’ll put down my pen.