A Miracle

I was hoping for a miracle. You know, the ones you hear about in the newspaper? Not really as noticeable, or jaw dropping, just a miracle. I was hoping for a miracle.

You didn’t know this, but I was hoping for one for you. I don’t really know what kind or what for, but I know you need a change.

You keep so much to yourself, which is fine, so do I. It’s not healthy, I know, but I’ve done it for so long that it’s normal. I understand more than you realize.

I hate that I leave you alone, I really do. I wish I didn’t, but you shut yourself down. So I’m hoping for a miracle, because that’s all that I can do right now.

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