Win the fight

A friend who is troubled makes me troubled
It makes bad tidings doubled,
These poems are getting exhausting,
They keep using my mind and end up costing,

But I write them anyways for you,
For I love you I do,
Please get back soon,
Sometime in the afternoon,

But for now, I can only keep you in my prayers,
Listening to music of sad lairs,
Just know my love, you have the might,
You CAN win this fight!

The End

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