i sit there worrying where he is
and is he safe
people say he ok
but i feel
his sprit in me
apart of me
i see him in my
dreams
i see him in visions
when i am a wake
no one believes
in anyone
i feel lost
along
scared
with out his
voice
please
help
me
please
help
me
my
life
is
done
i cant help
me
i worn
you
reader
you
will
end with
this
touble some
gift
moonlite night
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