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Broken Heart
Today I realized,
I can do nothing.
I can't save her
She can only do that herself.
The most I can do is be here.
The little things matter.
Today I took her box-cutter,
I taped it up next to the poster she made,
Saying the scars are signs of a survivor.
I'm just afraid that being here won't be enough.
That maybe she just can't save herself, alone.
That she needs help
but can't ask.
I'm afraid she'll never know how much I care.
How much I love her.
How much I need her.
How much I need her to be okay.
I'm so scared she will never escape this need/desire/addiction/escape.
All I want to do is help, to save her.
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