Futility Oh how I feel so futile Being unable to help the centre of my universe my world, I adore him But can't help. I just want to be there, when he wakes, sleeps, eats, does anything. Knowing he isn't okay absolutely kills me, but I can't help him; and it's that that's killing me more. I love you.
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