Hold me in your bosom tonight like a mother and tell me everything will be ok. Stroke my hair gently and whisper in my ear words of comfort, even if you know they’re not true. Tell me a gentle lie.
And be there to pick up the pieces, once they break. And they will.
I’ll need you more than I ever have in a while. You’ve always been there, and I’ve never asked for much.
But I've never needed you more.
So, help. Please.
Jeff
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