In the end will there be peace
Maybe I should beg while on my knees.
I feel this pressure from above
To take care of those I love.
The need is like none else.
It starts somewhere deep inside myself.
I wish to be close and thought of often
Not left out or forgotten
I hope to have the best of days
Just to heal or mend
I want this all before the END.
MwsR ❤
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