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Helping Hand


All I try to do is help,
you just stab me in the back.
After every time, I stand back up.
               But….
                              Why….?

ALL
the
               PAIN
it’s starting to hurt nonstop.

Why should I stand back up?
Are you going to knock me back

                              d
                                  o
                                     w
                                         n
                                             ?

Why should I put myself
               through that?
It is my
               CHOICE!

No.
               NO!
Not anymore.
               I’m sorry,
                              but…..
I come first in my life.

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