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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