Given Time

I am so, truly sorry.

I wish I could do more.

But, it seems, I can't save you,

Without killing myself, for sure.

And, I know, just how much

You've suffered all this time.

I feel all you don't understand

And I hear the words you mime.

But it would be the ruin of me,

Then that'd be us both:

Down in a ditch of aging filth,

Our lives, just stunted growth.

So, I will keep on living.

For the both of us, you see.

And I promise you, you will be fine.

Because you, are a part of me.

The End

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