Don't tell me that you understand,            don't tell me that you know.
          Don't tell me that I will survive, how I will surely grow.
          Don't tell me this is just a test, that I am truly blessed.
          That I am chosen for the task, apart from all the rest.
          Don't come at me with answers that can only come from me,
          Don't tell me how my grief will pass, that I will soon be free.
          Don't stand in pious judgment of the bonds I must untie,
          Don't tell me how to grieve, don't tell me when to cry.
          My life is filled with selfishness, my pain is all I see,
          But I need you and your love...Unconditionally.
          Accept me in my ups and downs, I need someone to share,
          Just hold my hand and let me cry, and say, "My friend, I care."
         
          Author Unknown
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