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My Helping Hand


Dear to the man upstairs,

 

Thank you for dealing with my despairs

And thank you for guiding me to care.

 

You're my only friend in this world 

I'm nothing without your un-distinguishing whole.

 

No matter how hard I want to give up

You're always there to pick me up.

 

I don't know what plans you have for me

But I'm willing to live by your sanity. 

 

Sincerely, one of your many followers 

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