Saving a Soul
While we are in the same space, we do not compare.
While my soul is outside, your soul is unaired.
Yes, I know, we are both diagnosed.
The helplessness we receive is not supposed.
While we are both unsettled.
I wish I could meddle.
And tinker at your life.
With horrors that are rife.
I guess I suppose.
That that would impose.
On your hopelessness.
That we both confess.
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