Please stop...

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I care about you so much,
and i hate to see you sad.
I just wish there was some other way,
to make you not so mad.
You smoke things to make you happy,
and i want to see you smile.
I know you are having trouble,
and you have been for a while.
But there are other ways,
to tell me how you feel.
You have me forever,
and i'm being one hundred percent real.
You don't have to hide,
how you feel from me.
I know how it feels,
and how hard it can be.
That's why i'm here for you,
and i want you to be okay.
Because i love you so much,
and i just want you to stay... 

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