Almost Three Years

I needed you to put your hand on my head,
So that I could rest the turmoil I so dread,
You never really did in your uncaring manner,
You saw miles away just not on your own platter,
I wish you lots of luck in search of the far away,
So you can save them all from pain ache and decay,
And spend your remaining years proud and just,
As your “friends” have a family and you turn to dust,
xox
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