Dese days aren't goin' well 4 u, I know
But life ain't a game, its challenge, no show
Prayin' 4 ur recovery with da gods, they know
For all ur discomforts get away fast, not slow.
I'm ur frnd, and frnds care
Don't get sad & disheartened, I'm dere
Got any problem? Call or text, but do share
Disturbed u a lot now, good-bye, take care
Written when a friend was sick!
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