For You

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For You
The one who ceases to care,

For You
The one worn by wear,

For You
Who by I swear,

For You
I love it when your there

For You
I give a solemn prayer

For You
I could eternally stare,

For You
Your doubts I'm aware,

When You
Hurt yourself I'm scared,

When You
Hurt I want to be there,

When you speak those volatile words,
I can't fake the exiled feeling,
Distant from your vile self-hatred,
Farther than a mile,

When you scream yourself silently,
Laced with beaming self disgust,
At your seams you are ripping,
Dead in this horrible dream,

For You are dying,
And I'm not a doctor.


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