I'll Get ThroughThis

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Get dressed, My dear
You're going to be late.
You look at yourself in the mirror,
The only one you really hate.
Put it down, my dear.
It's caused you so much pain.
You're going to do damage.
You don't want to be called insane.
Stand up, my dear.
Your tears make you weak.
Wipe off that black mascara,
Proof of sadness upon your cheek.
Take your pills, my dear.
You must try your very best.
Forget about your dizzy spells,
The tightening in your chest.
Chin up, my dear.
No one can know your thoughts.
You must act like you're happy
While your heart just sits and rots.
Smile a little, my dear.
Let me see those pearly whites.
No one has to know
What you thought about all those nights.
Breathe for me, my dear.
Your pain won't be forever.
Take my hand, and I'll take yours.
We'll get through this together.

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