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Is what they think
My suffering is worth
And I'm grateful.

Pays the bills
Buys me food,
With a little
Left over,
For fun.

My fiancé 
Gets $700/mo
For his own pain.
$700 + $200 = $900
Dollars to pay
To live.

We fixed the heat,
We bought to eat,
And cigarettes 
Exist again.

From a month where
We didn't know
How it was
Going to happen,
To a month
Where good things can.

Isn't much.
You may wonder, 
Why I care,

But for my suffering 
It means
It means
"We believe you"
And that's more
Than I had

◄ He Saw

Goodbye Lord ►


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