On My Friend’s Depression

On My Friend’s Depression

How is that I know how to be

but I can’t help you see

the value of your life to me.

Your think ending your life will set you free

that you’re of significance to nobody;

I cannot more unshakeably disagree.

One thousand times his pain I would carry,

I plea,

don’t let the next thing I write be his eulogy.

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