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Let Me Help
Keirstin Hecht
I hold my depression’s hand like a friend
I grip her in a warm embrace
She deserves to be loved
I had a scorn filled heart for so long
Disgusting slurs falling from my lips
Just to hurt her
Maybe she would go away
She's here to stay
I don't want to fight anymore
I grip her back as I hold her in a warm embrace
She digs her nails into my back as tears roll down her plump cheeks
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