It began,
His head buried in the sand,
A soul questioning his being,
He knew exactly what he was seeing.
He thought no one cared,
Never had he been so scared,
He was confused,
Himself he abused.
Then he shook,
Someone else wrote in his book
She herself carried many tales of despair,
Yet hope she would share.
Lost in his own heart,
He tore himself apart,
She knew he was under weather,
So she picked him up and put him back together.
He thought he had no reason left to live for,
Ignorance had left him sore,
He said many things that he would regret,
Yet it didn't make her forget.
He found out maybe there is a few,
The fingers point right on cue,
Never has he felt so fair,
Nothing better then to find out she actually cared.
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