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I wake up every morningTo see those eyes staring back at me Broken and bruisedDying and confused Living every dayNot wanting to live the nextWeighing downMy still-beating heart
All of us have our moments when we see others feeling down It is our job to reach out , grab them and pull them up from the ground Looking around this room, I hope most of you will understand  
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