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My fingers curl into a fist,
knuckles turning white.

Trying to override the pain,
but i just cant fight it tonight.

I stand here,
shaking.

Pleading to god,
for strength to carry on.

You hear,
my cries for help.

Its your hand,
I'm holding now.

So depressed,
and weak.
You hold me up,
and keep me strong.

keeping positive,
catching my falls.

My friend.

My angel.