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Brittney


Take me back to those happy times,

instead of these new ones when you cry.

I guess crying  is better than not sharing,

I don't want you to feel I'm not caring.

 I know things are hard,

we all have our struggles,

but taking your life, wont ease all the troubles.

I realize life is tough, trust me I know.

But popping pills and cutting yourself,

isn't the way to go.

A lot of people are mean,

everyone knows its true.

Maybe no one is on your side

but don't forget we love you.

Don't you ever feel alone

even though life isn't great at home.

You might have parents that don't care,

but trust me, you're wanted everywhere.

Friends, family, your little brother too,

who you have raised, he really needs you.

Drinking and smoking isn't the cure,

but talking to someone will ease the hurt.

So take my hand

I understand

I'll help you through

I love you.

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