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Gentle soul, gentle soulHow can you live in this fishing bowl?Just reach out when you need a handYou are here to reach, teach, love, and to take a standYour hopeful, gentle heart will be broken
A Sick Child Lies In The Bed By His Side to God His Mother Plead To Take Away His Pain As Chemo Spread Through His Veins He Knew He’d Rather Be Sick Than Dead
Who am I? Where does my path lead? Will I achieve what I'm expected to be? Who will help me? Am I now on my own? How do I stop from feeling so utterly alone?