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it scared me to watch him cry that night
and i just couldn't understand why was he allowed to lose his mind? and why did i have to hold his hand? he came home late and as i watched him fall i wondered about his pain and as he sat and cried and cried i prayed for him again i knew that everything had changed and that nothing would be the same but while they all took care of him why didn't they help me with me pain? when i looked into his eyes that night i saw an empty soul it was like looking into a strangers eyes because it was dark and it was cold his body collapsed , he couldn't stand he could barely even speak the only words he spoke to me made my heart so weak i ran into my room and cried and for hours i couldn't sleep the only thing runing through my mind was: "why me!? why me!? why me!?"
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