Why can't we help the ones we love? We reach out and lend them a hand, anything that we can do to support them. But sometimes it feels like we can't do anything. My faith is little, but my moral judgement knows what's best. I know what's best. Taking a life is never an answer, but it becomes difficult to discuss. No matter the amount of time we've known each other, we haven't reached that point where we can help one another. Sometimes I fear that I might come too late. But know this, I will never leave you. I'll be your support, your family, you guide. Never lose hope and remember you're not alone.
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