Have you ever become so close to someone
That you talk to them at least once a day?
Where hearing their sweet voice
Is the only thing to keep you sane?
When life pulls me into strains of stress
And miles of mess,
I find myself hoping for a cure
From the days and diseases
I am reluctant to endure.
To hope is to mope;
To live is to give
More than you are to the world.
To survive is to thrive
Off the beauty in life.
Missing a soul gives you hope that you’re friends.
To reach for them makes you whole again.
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